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Yeah. Bands, count 'em like the man. We don't do no opps, kick 'em out like Jackie Chan. Yes, I do want love, But shit, then again, rather go and smoke by Myself until I win. I'm locked in for the summer, tell them folks I'm coming. Double bag up to my ear, I'm up to something. Love when they hate on me, baby, I ain't Worried. Got that thirty, I'ma cook something like I'm Curry. I'm overthinking, needing money, I need to hurry. Heart been played with before, mixed up like McFlurry. Now I'm counting all this money 'til I Retire. Watch my back, I can't trust no one, No, they dirty. 'Member up in school, I was the quiet one. Music bump so loud, now I'm number one. Yeah, smoking on this weed for my tummy tum. I can care less what you teach 'cause I'm Going dummy dumb. RIP my grandma, Do this shit 'til the day I drop. I want fans all over the world, wait for The day I drop. I been caught up in my mind, yeah, my Head knot. I take my shot to relieve my Stress, now that bed rock. Nah, you is not the same, woah. I am not the same, woah. We is not the same, woah. I can't even fuck with mortals, but I'm slimy Like Kano. I came to waste your time, Tell me why you ain't say so? I'm tryna make that motherfucking cheese flow like Queso. He don't think my niggas wanna come after Him, watch when I say so. I'ma kill you in peace, I ain't even gotta Hate ho. If you reach for my piece, Bro gon' give you a halo. Man, oh, man, stressing way too much. Let's get even, let's get even. I'm hoping God got me, I see Satan. The devil's a lie. I know my angels got Me, I be praying. For my love, can you hold me up? I say ain't no giving up. Baby, I'm tripping off these drugs. Like I know people hating on me, why should I give a fuck? Wasting your time, Bitch, I'm tryna whip a Bentley truck. These them pills. Yeah. These them pills. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, yeah. She know who to call on, yeah. My bands got no wallet, yeah. This money got her wildin', yeah. This money got her wildin'. I'm too turnt off these drugs like fuck my Phone. Can you leave me 'lone? Bad bitch know how to ride that green Mary Jane. She whisper in my ear and ask, "Baby, you want fame?" I ain't stick my dick in that, no, you Can't claim. If I cannot love you, it is not the Same. I wanna get so rich, I get some Tigers I can tame. Then I sparkle wood in the field for my Brain. Pinpoint accuracy, better know that we got Range. I know when I come around, Raise hell like Cain. Baby wanna talk like me all day, she love My slang. Yeah, she know she need me, Huh. She don't even know the reason. Say I let go for my peace, just know It. I got chains on my neck like the Waters they be flowing. I'm tryna get to the top, God said the Fat lady wrote 'Member when I took too many Drugs and overdosed. Now I got me a home, the coupe wrapped In chrome. I'm tryna smoke my way to the Top, yeah, I'm tryna be known. I seen a real version of you that made Me sing this song. Got me looking at myself in the mirror like, "What's wrong?" Bands, count 'em like the man. We don't do no opps, kick 'em out like Jackie Chan. Yes, I do want love, But shit, then again, rather go and smoke by Myself until I win. I'm locked in for the summer, tell them folks I'm coming. Double bag up to my ear, I'm up to something. Love when they hate on Me, baby, I ain't worried. Got that thirty, I'ma cook something like I'm Curry. I'm overthinking, needing money, I need to hurry. Heart been played with before, mixed up like McFlurry. Now I'm counting all this money 'til I Retire. Watch my back, I can't trust no one, No, they dirty.
G&Chi — Rather Winn
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