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Uncut with the topside (Style)
My brain fried, don't do drugs
Had two plugs, one just died (Style)
I'm up late, no talk show
Fiends pop up, who got blow (Everything about JPEGs, I like)
Socks with a hole, had a bankroll
Shop never close even when it's slow
Ain't no way, y'all niggas never did shit for me
(Shit for me)
Came up off that stove had the recipe (The recipe)
Now I do this for my legacy (My legacy)
Cop four from my dog, gave me an extra three
You ain't never seen no pain, 'til you lost everything
Make you wanna crash out and say fuck evеrything (Uh-uh)
But stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets
swole, no icе packs
Now ask your bitch, "Do you like that? " (Do you like that?)
My young niggas step for me, like Cole
Tommy, and Pam (Get to steppin')
You don't know shit bout me, nigga, who is your man's?
Brown, gotta one extra like the BBC
White girls all me on me, for that—
Love, my nigga, roll it up
They career like Whitney in the bathtub
Sad as fuck
I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip
Niggas pocket watchin', all up in my wallet
Just keep it on the hush, hush
You ain't tough, ain't like us
So be yourself before you need help

Uh, back in this bitch with the dope
she backin' it up for a gram
Baby, I cannot do nothing with hope, I'ma try molly and xans
They tried to get me to ghost, boy
you ain't Kai, one twitch and you banned
Ninety degrees with a coat, ho, and I ain't showin' my hands
Uh, I make it harder to breathe
My Kimber like my emotions, I keep 'em both up my sleeve
I need more time to myself, I don't need advice
I just need to be
Back in this bitch, what's the issue?
You bitches ain't barkin' when you off the leash, fuck 'em
Uh, they don't got nothin' for me
It's like I been workin' for crumbs
now I'm feelin' free as my speech
Colin Kaep', I'm a free agent
cap the salary, free up my team
Y'all rap like replacements
but they can't find a replacement for me
When I stalk your page
and I see you livin' life respectfully
And I tell myself, "You didn't know her worth, "
and I draft apologies (Fuck)

Uh, check it out, man, look (Step it)
These niggas act like I owe them
These niggas be dick-ridin' for grown-ass men
that don't even know them
They don't even come outside
don't ever see mans late night like Conan
They off of that 2chan high
incels just can't let it go like Frozen
Bet if I let off these shots, no games
you finna just dance like Gotenks
White people love makin' excuses and bitchin'
I guess it's what culture is for them
You know that this shit don't stop
Black men that hate me usually tokens
Broke as hell just mad people love me for me
Why they still put on a front and still nobody knows them?
They don't like when I talk like this? (Nah)
'Cause they know that this shit is for them
These crackers love talkin' 'bout me
and actin' like it's my job to ignore them
Bitch, please (Please) , still rich
still pretty, still tourin'
Still lit, still gritty, y'all boring
I don't fuck with you niggas like Hogan
Trigger finger just be glitchin', it's programmed
I ain't take disrespect from no man
Niggas rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em
Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold in
I'm takin' shots everyday like DeRozan
(Yeah-yeah, molly water)