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[Verse 1]
I was mummified in my other lives
Bucket high the blood in my eyes
From the tide while they run inside (side)
Tellin’ Benson fuckin’ drive (drive)
Burnin’ a shrine the world is surely mine
Nothing will suffice
I place my bet and then I roll the dice (roll)
Remy red and tell the waiter hold the ice (hold that)
I’m an example of the difference between men and mice
You disrespect we give your life a price
Nigga
Proceed with doubt you’ll only see the clout (yah)
Ingestin’ acid as I ski the alps (yah)
Posted in Sweden but receivin’ some Parisian mouth
The whip the color of an eagles scalp (clean)
It seems the shit I now achieved I couldn’t be without (never)
It figures
Until the pine box it’s me and my niggas
Tryna blow up
Just so that the picture get bigger
Rollin’ dope up (dope)
That’s what make my vision get clearer
Ask who the greatest look myself in the mirror

[Hook]
As of late I mix the hash up with the grass more
Another stamp off in the passport
Tryna see the otherside like a glass door
But dog this is what we asked for
This is what we asked for
And now I pour the lean off in the glass more
Another stamp off in the passport
Tryna see the otherside like a glass door
But baby this is what we asked for
This is what we asked for

[Verse 2]
Slid out the Nebuchadnezzar
In search of cheddar, found a plethora (plethora)
A couple heifers (heifers) etcetera cetera (nigga)
Your life whatever, mines is better, tie dye Carrera (you see me)
Dinin’ in the lion sweater, all off rhymin’ clever (yah)
Wearin’ latex to escape death (death)
All my Js have taken great steps
Evade press (press)
Blunt is filled up wit that apex
Drunk off in the five star, I ain’t even get my plate yet
Said there was no smokin’ but I wouldn’t have it (nah)
Wine glass look like a bowl of carrots (?)
By the end of the meal I cut the veal with a switchblade
Hit the valet
And I make your bitch pay (pay)
Pull off bumpin’ Say What by Donell Jones
She only fuck me cause I write these poems
Live my days is how I write these songs
I fuck the game, what she ask for
God damn I’m livin fast [?] last long

[Hook]

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