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From the trap to the racks, yeah I went OT and back
Niggas wanna talk on me, but you don't even got a gact
Niggas wanna talk on me, but you don't even got a hat
Niggas wanna talk on me, but you don't even make a band
Got the Barbie shakin' ass, designer on me first class
I was terrible at math, but all I know is stack these bands
Brodie love the arts and crafts
Wave the stick and let it zap
Me and bro, we in the wheels doin' 200 on the dash
When I beat the fuckin' glit, slap the glitch and move flash
I told that girl, I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad
When you're livin' like me, sip that lean, life is fast
This bop annoying, man, I swear she is a drag
Sorry if I'm fuckin' boring, I just smoke weed and get cash
Sorry if you see me screamin', I just had a flashback
Sorry if you see me leanin', I'm just tryna escape the past
Sorry if you see me tearin', I just messed my fuckin' gang
I miss db, when will you be fuckin' free
Tweakin' out my fuckin' brain, I need the percs to keep me T'd
Yeakin' out my fuckin' brain, I don't want a D.I.E
Trapped inside my fuckin' thoughts, I just want a D.I.E
Man, I gave everyone a chance, why you wanna stab me
Baby, I gave you all I had, why you can't stand me
I don't want no fuckin' friends, cause these niggas frenemies
I can't fuckin' stand these women, they just wanna use me
So I smoke my sense away and put designer on me
Fuck, I just miss the old me