oh shit
run
run
get the fuck outta here
he’s returned
he’s back
*crowd screams, everybody scatters*
yeah, im back
wearing balance on my feet
and i done smoked up on the ave.
why these muthafuckas hatin,
they can’t cook whats in the lab
im daydreaming
im just rambling
why they smoking on the gas?
wearing prada
on guiseppe
that ain’t good, what makes me mad
why im writing?
why im hustlin?
thats not good whats on my back
i’ve been leanin
ive been drugged up
on melatonin by the dab
why so fed up over money?
ive been hanging by the raft
yeah im surfin
aint shit perfect
but im waved up with a cap
that shits ass tho
this aint verbal
so this not me with the cash
but reese loves you
he won’t fumb-
please
just let me be
i wont hurt you
all love this way
whore.

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