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William Crooks
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Flossin, flossin’ I ain’t heard of that f**k you and your Birkin bag All my furs is fake, I don’t want around with no murder tags (whoa) Eat the rich, I said eat the rich Eat the rich, I said eat the rich Man, run that sh*t the f**k back! This is Benny, fool Bro can you just like (Benny you got me f**ked up) Can you just run to the store and get me a jar of peanut butter? I’ll get you back, I promise I ain’t got no money right now Whole world, whole world got brain damage Hubble telescope, b*t*h I’m lane changin’ My focus on a million, I’m maintaining I’m in the attic pulling strings M.O.P. let it bang (I wish I was a real boy) Yeah my nose is hella big, but it’s real life Truth be told Something, something don’t feel right Two hundred feet tall My head is in the clouds, but its still nice All this metal in my mouth thought I got clocked wit a steel pipe, yuh Can’t be no peace if you dropping bombs Whole world on fire Smokin’ weed on my front lawn What the f**k b*t*h I’m sitting sideways Swerving on the highway Can’t be no peace ‘round here, yah Head is full of migraine Dead pres’, did it my way Can’t be no peace ‘round here Flossin, flossin’ I ain’t heard of that f**k you and your Birkin bag All my furs is fake, I don’t want around with no murder tags (whoa) Eat the rich, I said eat the rich Eat the rich, I said eat the rich I ain’t scared of death no more I am not afraid to die Legends never go, rock and roll hall of fame I can see it through the cracks in the sky, yuh Nobody asks to be born, nobody asks for this sh*t I ain’t got no motherf**king health insurance If I die, I die I’m a pacifist, yuh b*t*h I’m sitting sidway— Swerving, swerving on the highway Can’t be no peace ‘round here, yah Head is full of migraine Dead pres’, did it my way Can’t be no peace ‘round here Motherf**k (Yeah, I don’t give a f**k) Flossin, flossin’ I ain’t heard of that Can’t be no peace ‘round here b*t*h I’m sitting sideways f**k you and your Birkin bag Swerving on the highway All my furs is fake, I don’t want around with no murder tags Can’t be no peace ‘round here, yah Can’t be no peace ‘round here Head is full of migraine Eat the rich, I said eat the rich Dead pres’, did it my way Eat the rich, I said eat the— Can’t be no peace ‘round here Yeah, smokin’ on that motherf**king MK Ultra and sh*t Whatchu know about that? I got brain damage (I’m in the year 3000) I got brain damage, probably (I’m in the year 4600) Me? I just bake the bread I put it in the oven and sh*t I step up in front of this sh*t I put in a hundred percent Ain’t nobody tellin’ me sh*t Ain’t nobody tellin’ me sh*t Some of y’all need to smell your own sh*t I can not relate Yeah, I’m that b*t*h We are not the same b*t*h, I’m different I’m so different I just broke my f**king wrist, I just broke my f**king wrist b*t*h the water look like brick Furs is fake I’ll eat the rich Furs is fake I’ll eat the— Do what God tells you How’s that blood money gonna burn When your house in the hills is on fire? Hope you live long enough to watch the earth die Hope it f**kin’ burns when the smokes in your eyes Hope you choke on the air you ruined for a price Yeah, what did it cost? Do you believe God forgives? Hope your proud of the money and the power For the pain and a future that you ruined for your grandkids, b*t*h
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