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Black hole son, won't you come
I had to get out the house and get in my coup
That's why I'm riding my Audi
I just got a bad lil bitch, she wanna get drunk'n nasty
She wanna take off her gown
Cause she don't wanna see me frowny
I just add a brand new kick in this bitch, I'm making it bouncy
Shawty saw the brand new dick and now she wanna make the bed bounce
I had to count my money
Subtract the money
I don't wanna count
I had it out for the government
Cash
Under my house
High in the mountains
Silent at night and I'm driving the rounds
Ridin the scat'n smokin on pack to stop the pounding
Eyeing the pound
My passenger got on his lap from the plug that I shot in the crown
Cayenne the raps
On fire the blood in my head and I don't even hear a sound
A mile away with that blunt in my hand, I'm tearing around
Rolling the window
I'm feeling the winter preventing the kid from airing it out
I had to get
I had to get out the house
I had to get out the
I took the limousine to the mausoleum
And the rims spin when I park the vehicle
The dark acidic and the bodies speaking
This is not me
Stars
Literally
I'm on my Ark Officially
I'm getting hot and I know I'ma blow cause I'm venting the steam
Smoke coming eventually
Need to release all the goated ass sentences under my heavenly screen
And my retinas sting
Gave me a reason to step into whatever season it currently is
Burning my tree in the trees
I had to leave
I had to leave the crib
We didn't believe in the crib
I'm back and I'm better come see what I did
I fuck with the ones that done did it again
I wonder what you gotta see in me
I'm tired of you always being me
You feeling me?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Don't know why he saying his pockets so heavy
I know they just filled up with dimes
And he trying to give me advice, get out my fights
You better be putting the pieces together
I'm tired of waiting on Christ
Ironically all of the money I made, was coming from way out of state
I learned you don't rob a bank to make a millie, put it in a safe
You don't gotta press me, just impress me
Put on a mic and rap to Presley
He really met his match, and he doesn't realize I gotta flame to catch
A plane to catch
I'm everywhere you wanna be, including your wrist
Watch
I'm dangerous, you better go and react
You stumbling, I better get you a doc
I'm on a lot of waves, you don't got to worry about surfing the chop
Put up a lot of my time to waste
But I did it right and thought of a lot
And bought a new watch
And bought another one I had to cop
I'm hiding significant trauma up under the way that I talk a lot
Put up the numbers they talk a lot
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I had to bring it back
I had to bring it back
Pulled up 20 (To)yotas in the cul-de-sac
Looking like the president was in the back
Seiko on the dash
Hit 'em where it hurts, I been working for the cash
Make 'em do a couple laps with every single I release
No producer but they ask if they could get a couple beats
I been riding different autobahns, I'm faster overseas
All I want is that you keep it down I want go to sleep
Yea I want go to sleep