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Aye, yuh, aye
Sippin' on kirby, shit got me leanin'
Doing fucked up shit when I ain't even mean it
Man, I so icy, feel like Jeezy
Livin' like this ain't motherfuckin' easy
Back to the trap house, pots is speaking
Trippin' off the rocks, off the motherfuckin' keys, and
Bitches on my cock, they so motherfuckin' feenin'
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Feeling like Plies, hoe, I'm feelin' hella wasted
Offering your soul for the fame, you'll take it
Walk up in this hoe like yak, no fake shit
I was in the hood wondering if I was gon' make it
Seekin' out these scores to these hoes, dedicated
Walk in with the new and the old, I'm faded
Now my pockets swole, purple place, yeah, they caking
Feelin' like Kid 'n Play, house party failing
If you want a feature, my words, I'm sellin'
You ain't got no trauma, you a bitch, just saying
Complaining in the suburbs, stop playing
Everything yo' daddy bought, that shit from the mail
Sometimes I wake up already feel like I'm failing (pussy)