They ain't sellin' me anything that I wanna buy (yah)īae get your coat, we're going out (chea) Just couple crazy kamikaze guys with no brains (ouh)ĭo it myself 'cause I don't wanna bly (bly) Laughin' 'bout the days when I had no game (game) So I'm up in the apartment with the Rosé (ouh) I been havin' arguments the whole day (all day) They don't ask you "what's good" (what's good) said it rightīut this just one thing I say about my death We got a child, so, why we the ones actin' childish for Man this pain startin' to cloud my thoughts Now it's different 'cause the fam think I'm richer than I am Sittin' in the can, gettin' richer was the plan So I mix the D'usse with the juice, 'til it's empty Think my baby mom tryna turn my child against me You sendin' shots, hope you miss me, R.I.P. So I started runnin' the streets, but this my last lap I ain't wanna be the kid, that the kids laughed at
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