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Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ay, call it to the city, night sky, They do blue, yeah. Smoke weed from my room, Then we fly to the moon, yeah. Never cop the Draco, we the ride, we the Better crew. Cactus Jack with Gucci, shit the move, Call it fashion flu. Bitch, don't kill the vibe, dark night, stars all On the roof. Ashes on my jeans, we get High, now we're chasing through. Fuck what they be saying, long rides, we don't Need no proof. Engine screaming loud, she go vroom, Cut the ceiling through. Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah. It's been four years in my pace place. Now the pace complain when I blaze the phrase. They pray to break, but I stay the nation. Now the face stay when I make attention. Throwing shows around my essay. Better think, I'm way too heavy. Backpack full and the chain is icy. My girl says that I ain't friendly. Most of y'all in my position couldn't stand a Chance against the opposition. It's a cruel world, my skin is thicker. In the club, I hit the liquor.