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Dealing for the bread, for that good night rest
Sun fed up
Boy gotta problem, throw the hands up
Bad luck, when it coming to losing Ion do it much
Dreams for the people in the stands, don't know who to trust
Man I gotta whole lotta drugs
No one in the team really ever get enough
Rising sun on one on uhhh
I done forgot what it is what it was
Product of the ghetto, cigarillo causing blurry vision
Ima die by 22 from blues, and claim that I'm the victim
Bitches saying I'm changing, homies say I'm sounding strung out
Man you do it for the trend, I'm ducking till the sun down
I'm Marco Polo steady gone off yayo, mane
Ion wan no photo of the kid with the halo, mane
Roll up dolo, skin white like mayo
Sip sprite through the night, catch a feeling, bueno
Dealing for the bread, for that good night rest
Sun fed up
Boy gotta problem, throw the hands up
Bad luck, when it coming to losing Ion do it much
Dreams for the people in the stands, don't know who to trust
Man I gotta whole lotta drugs
No one in the team really ever get enough
Rising sun on one on uhhh
I done forgot what it is what it was