Bitch, I smoke bricks, so what's my lung worth?
Your little dick doesn't exclude you from being a hoe, yeah the other way around
Hoe, I had nothing and then I got it, the other way around
Gold from my mouth, tell me, what's my tongue worth?
I only listen to my wallet, bitch, and my stupid heart
I made about a hundred K last year, approximately
For a boy from where I come from, that's a miracle
But hold up, bitch, I'm a man, I'm not a boy anymore
I stand out in Louis Vuitton boutiques like a colorful horse
Fresh bitches go to Souly shows, not to the army
Weight on my shoulders, no lie, my-my pound is heavy
Your girlfriend doesn't really kiss well, but she can do more down there
Life is always easier, but the wound is heavy for that
Your friends sing and then pretend to be buddies
Even your files are growing, never talking, that's outrageous
But she can't do anything and the files remain unresolved (Hold up)
Freedom is a high good, fresh air has converted us
The bling over bling, bitch, I swear, I want a hundred more
Yeah, clear your head and you'll achieve what your wish is, yeah
Your junkie friend is still a junkie when he comes down (Facts)

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