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First issue, chasing commas the ritual
Life so minuscule, hoping they remember you
Trying not to ever lose, can't cruise
No limit on the pedal, no floor, I'm ahead of you
Heaven from the bottom, shoot up like a fein a do
Prepare for the worst, won't budge, FEMA move
No remorse, crash course when the metal pop off
Few rounds, call that showing gratitude
No bueno, this ain't a thug angle
I need a crown, fuck a halo, angel
Never change, so, this is who I is
And fuck your idol and everyone on they list
Shit
This a bad bitch smoking
Top it off, she got her mouth wide open
Not a drip when her lips done stroking
My kind of shit, my kind of shit
Second issue, nigga, I'm so official
Twist words a little, get her wet in the middle
Live from the boro, jungle where we thorough
Son you, respect zeroes, hoes be in the plural
Fuck that Euro, dollar a nigga chasing
Push that hustle, nigga born impatient
Hating, ain't relating, waiting
Pacing back and forth and still can't trace him
Amazing, mind racing, go getter
Laced in whatever plus flights, basic
Racist, all black, baseball cap
New Era, bitch fall back, in love with a stack
Boost stats, move decimals, grinding
Fools yap weak hearts flash iron
Yeah, and we down for whatever
As long as there's paper involved, more cheddar
Cheddar, floor the whip two-seating
Sour cloud in the air, no speaking
Speakers loud for no reason
My kind of shit, my kind of shit
Third issue, in case I forget to
Fuck all y'all, you squares ain't special
Fuck me? Fuck you, now it's settled
Never listen again or pay attention to him
Stay in your box, dick riding every trend
Follow him then copy him right to the end
That real shit is licensed again
In the flesh so more or less, you take it on the chin
Like a boxer its hella proper