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I’m stargazing
Rappers talk about hard times
But they ain’t ever know about starvation
That work or you don’t eat shit
You ain’t familiar with it
We on that plot and scheme shit
I’m tryna make my team rich
Bitches tryna get at me because they know I’m nasty
But I’m too exhausted from rapping and money bag grabbing
Money acquisition if you talk it we in business
If you don’t I don’t even fuckin listening
I got you hoping and wishing
You music pop when it isn’t
You trying to flex for internet
I am more into fishing
And getting down with my bitches I knew from back
Seven hundred five baby
Make these rappers cry babies calling for they dads
Cop Chevrolets TV's equipment and all that
Life's a video game, you get the cheat codes and it get insane
A type of life you only dream to taste
The type of life we steady chasing making no mistakes
It's H double O-L-I gang to the fucking death of me
I say it all the time, got the skills and the recipe
Y’all seriously lacking
I go out and all I hear people yelling is Patrick from hard work and magic
At least it look that way when you is capping
You rappers funny should’ve turned to comedians you got all us laughing
Asking me for help I gotta tax you
Either that or find a way to make you pay for my
Wait up, hold up
You don't even need a watch to know what time it is
It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix
You don't even need a watch to know what time it is
It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix
You don't even
You don't even need to know what fucking time it is
It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix
You don't even need a watch to know what time it is
It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix
Need a watch to know what time it is
It's always Hooligang o'clock when we in the mix