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I remember givin' Tiffany
My last dollar
Now I'm passin' money round the table
Like it's Mancala
On some fuck a Grammy shit
Feel like a grandfather
Sippin' somethin' so disgusting
Call it bathwater
Pour some out for the homies
I call it circlin' the drain
Know they had to get they wings
But they ain't do that shit in vain
Every nigga that sent 'em away
Was sent away the same
And that shit just never changes, baby
Welcome to the game
All of them niggas
Threw dirt on my name
Then I got hit with a little bit of rain
Then I went through some shit
And made it fertilizer
Now I'm bloomin' on niggas' graves
Don't you open up that bag,
It's too many milligrams
Got me floatin' in this bitch
I might hit a ceiling fan
I do not deal with the middleman
I'm only talkin' to bosses
And presidents
Too many people
I let get too close to me
Fucked me over, now I'm celibate
I will pop up at your residence
Twenty niggas in here
Lookin' like we sittin' shiva
Shoot for the hell of it
Until he heaven-sent
I guess he was just a regular nigga
I got the perkies in every color
The shit look like skittles and M&Ms
Niggas is mad at me
For not defendin' them
But I don't remember them
I don't remember nobody
So you gotta tell me again, hol' up wait
I don't hear too good up outta this ear
Tell me again
Who are you
Who are you
I asked my niggas like who are you
I don't do middle-men
Bitch I do minute men
Send 'em in minutes
And watch what they do to you
They ain't gon shoot at you
They gon' put you in a box