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I got the keys to the mansion
Y'all it's time for action
Leather belts swing
Couple diamonds I'll be flashing
Gold on my teeth
Gold on my neck
Now this shit's about to happen
While I'm stacking all these racks in
Am I delusional cuz all these illusions look realistic
Swerving in my Maserati I'm so conflicted
Did I dream bout all this shit is it for real
Cuz why the fuck would I wanna wake up if this
Motherfucker wasn't real
What's the deal?
My cellular device began to squeal
Labels and hoes propose ordeals
I'm using some fancy words but feeling dumber
Even dumber then I was before
I'm feeling dumberer
Bitches take coverer
Crow hearing colorer
Smoking on butterer
What did he mutterer
One day I'll plunderer
Came from the gutterer
Came from the gutterer
I got a paper machete
Turn you into spaghetti
You ride the bullet train home cuz the crow kinda scary
But I'm still catching up
Yeah you still lacking huh?
Got the butterfly blade in my pocket don't tempt me
You bet I'm ready
I'm fucking deadly
We in another fucking dream so I can say what I want
I can do what I want
I can be who I want
And I don't wanna be myself cuz I'll be flat no response
I got these woes
I got these foes
Nobody got my back
Except these Crows
I'm fucking low
I'm getting lower
Somebody knifed my back
Now I'm going lower
Lower, lower, lower
I'm getting lower
Lower, lower, lower
I'm going lower