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I went to jail and read the bible ’bout 100 times
But I can’t relate so I just keep that off my fucking mind
I’m sorry Jesus I don’t mean no beef between us
But if you there or you care I ask that you respect my fucking grind
Smoking weed and Dos Equis to keep the nerves at bay
You feel the deepest part my soul with every word I say
As I was walking out the door to change the earth today
I got a feeling that sent a chill through my vertebre
I had the vision of all my family straight rich as fuck
I smiled ’bout it I kept walking and I hit the blunt
I took a right and then went straight and then I took a left
And hollered „If you tryna eat then I’m the fucking chef”
I’m going hard up in this hoe until there’s nothing left
I smoke the kush because it treat me, leaves me undepressed
I leave her overinfatuated and underdressed
I’ll sign a deal for 50 million and nothing less (that’s white bitch)
I got 4 in a Blimpie cup but that ain’t important
And I’ma smoke like a chimney cause it keeps me in orbit
I’m riding ’round, through your town, hit them corners like Gordon
I pour it up, put it down, now they calling me Jordan
If you fuck with me then fuck with me and never undo it
A couple bitches spreading rumors, every single one stupid
Every single one foolish, every single one clueless
But when it comes to being bitches every single one do it
I just been in my own lane ain’t worried where it’s gonna take me
They put me under these microscopes I swear they going crazy
Fucking with me wrong, I swear you gon’ hate me
Then they wonder why these artists going crazy
Shout out to them bitches that be trickin’ off they college money
Like that tuition’s just some extra 'in your wallet’ money
She ain’t gon’ eat but she gon’ drink until she’s fallin’ on me
See I can pull a bitch with less than $20 on me
I ain’t trippin’ off nothing, at least I’m trying not to
But these fucking rappers are just some people I don’t like to talk to
And it’s like promoters tryna take the fucking shine up off you
They done ruined the game and now they wonder why the game is aweful
I got 4 in a Blimpie cup but that ain’t important
And I’ma smoke like a chimney cause it keeps me in orbit
I’m riding ’round, through your town, hit them corners like Gordon
I pour it up, put it down, now they calling me Jordan
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