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2] Can't stop for, flashing, a cop car Me and. well, I'm a rock star y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em Custom curlex rolling while we're Regan on 'em Y'all drug dealers, I Carl on 'em Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got waiting on 'em My shirt is yellow, but the grill is I couldn't the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is old I can't skate, but I guess lost control I don't have sense, sorry I my soul For some gold Bapes low-price, stale Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our Stay with authentics, my steelo Cause my mob's goodie like we And he know, I am yes and even she instrument is a gram, kilo