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its young
mr. the fuck up
all

feeling real about life
got a drink
lit
go
excuse me, my jeans levi, my shoes is
like who he
on the paper chase, dont my loose leaf
a nigga paying bills, lightin L's on the
but i still move with the on a loose leesh.
some call it weird, call it unique
swag like i stepped out a boutique
and i like i got a mouth full of loose teeth
closet full of new sneaks i probably never wear
im in president suite, bad bitch
and if them niggas me, average
i treat a beat a canvas
bar on the song paint it perfect
ever run out of weed, i a purp fit
i keep the army at ease yall aint worth it
been hipster, cause my shirts fit
the way your bitch hit my chirp, a hip hurt
young riding that wave, picturing me surfin