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This your boy Wiz man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah,
I hope niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get to it

I up from a California dream again,
Next to daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You call her a hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout she gonna do and when
I be on 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
to finish living out this dream so I be sleeping in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't as my money good cause she my one and only
Critics got face up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out here on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my position comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa and bring alisa oz
I with me some backup, in case you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, make a holy

call me the 501 Don
Mr. he got a pear of 501's on
My marijuana strong and these ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was up wildin
it to my crib we was both drunk, driving
Now you on lame shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, text, don't call me, darling
I was made to ball it's like rolling
They say I'm the bomb and call Wiz, atomic
Hotter New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill,
And Chevy caught like Jalil
I'll is what I go so I sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
Money in the all through the vent
got time to blow