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I be iced out swag drippin', lookin' like a hundred mill Sitting back, mad ill Let me tell you how that feel High life, high price Everything I cop is real Now I feel like Pied Piper, everything I drop they feel I don't really feel their vibes, think they need some real advice They was chillin' with some hoes, while I was grindin' every night My homie he was up the road Hit the street on Sunday night It was cool but now they set him up, they got him doing five Told him when he come back, I'll make sure everything alright 'Cause I'm about to run rap, overlap your ass and do it twice In the hood I know some stupid dykes, who say this white boy truly nice And through all the nights, used to practice writing rhymes until I'm stupid nice Thank God that we getting cake Back in the day, could use a slice I can never date no hoe cause she gon' bring out her stupid side Tell you what you need to know Not what you wanna hear, ain't nice How the f**k you supposed to grow? Gotta prove them wrong or treat them right Your girlfriend sleepin' at my crib, said it feel like paradise f**k cappin', don't wanna know Tell you in the afterlife Pop your medulla, bafana wa njuta ai suka Got no time for no screw-ups Had to draw the line like a ruler Go to work on a Monday, then on Thursday we phuza Got her twerkin' on Sunday, lifestyle is so super, yeah
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