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Tity Boy, I got 2 Chainz
Still a badmon, no Bruce Wayne
Yellow track suit like Bruce Lee
Off the ooowee for my new pain
Cop Louis with the loose change
Just to feel something
These days I feel nothing
These thoughts all fill my brain
Man, who can I trust?
Who can I take on my way out the mud?
Too many fake got my praying for love
You say you with me is really a bluff
Shit is enough
Killing my buzz
Get on my vibe
All my chains getting bigger in size
Get out my business or get on my side
I did a favour to you being nice
Ghetto religion, you got you a nine
Just to do what with it? Ayy
You gon' shoot then let it spray
You do you, I'm feeling great
What the fuck more can I say?
Case closed, bitch, this is what I'm made for
Ario Hefner, you don't wanna Playboy
Look at where I came from, end up in the Caicos
Essentials hoodie, nowadays that's just plain clothes
It don't matter what I'm wearing, all my pain shows
After these long nights, I could scream like Van Gogh
And when my soul gone, who I put the blame on
Tity Boy, I got 2 Chainz
Still a badmon, no Bruce Wayne
Yellow track suit like Bruce Lee
Off the ooowee for my new pain
Cop Louis with the loose change
Just to feel something
These days I feel nothing
These thoughts all fill my brain
Man, who can I trust?
Who can I take on my way out the mud?
Too many fake got my praying for love
You say you with me is really a bluff
Shit is enough
Killing my buzz
Get on my vibe
All my chains getting bigger in size
Get out my business or get on my side
I did a favour to you being nice
Yeah
Still no pressure, it ain't necessary
Everything material is temporary