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its young
mr. the fuck up
all

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