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i'm kinda like fuckin up
still walk with a like i'm tellin my dick to get up
up babies and makin the babies spit up
you babies are maybe gonna get it shut up
as well leave myself alone
i fight it my fist in a ball like i wanna punch a microphone
did i get on
3 and i'm at it
5 pills down i'm as a motherfucker an addict
and an im addin habits to an already tragic
now im pacin back and forth in a panic
but i see everything in my as panoramic
see i gotta pen and my pen has got me at
probably me in the hamptons up in a hammock
im 50 thousand my babies up in the hammock
rock n roll hop in yo 85 and and load
i am a crock ima pop bottles with of gold
i am just i am just a with primal soul
i am your highness without fine or clothes
i am the thorn on the stem i am not the
if pimpin was rippin i would rip the globe
i'm so pimpin im sippin dew from a bowl
9 to 5 i go
9 to 5 i go
money in out, wiz khalifa
but i'm forever like the chiefers
a new york
you should put me on
a texas chainsaw all on the cleaver
killa oh my god yea im a godzilla
odd odd future odd past too
our tilla we me he the millimeter zing
see thee he the 22 crews
he's cleaner than some new shoes
meaner than a
new tattoo big news
yelawolf is on the track CHOO
i enter the intstrumental like a shit moves
you faggots aint gettin pussy lip clues
spittin shit
im ok why cuz im
cool to refrigerate a frigid ate glue
with my groove
just by sittin to
an ice cube on the mic
like a nice tea ice brewed
and take a hike shoes
damn right or take a bite for a cruise
cuz im
wait im a great
shark ima
author
hearts break ima charge and play
hard to get ima
and shakes
stars to the
up and embrace me as a made artist
my got rolls with a rake and i made it hard
for fakes and snake charmers who waste this great
i farmed it
tapes to a & r's
blazed this trail then i set sail on the target
hit the main
change the and i made
waves and artists
switch and bite and twitch and shake and rob and like i play garden
hopin i see em i give em a pass and a main pardon
you rob me and get sold for a bargain
the least you could do for the truth is pay
i see the cracks the its way common
im sick shit i may vomit
cuz im a great comet im pray mama
jesus christ ima leave this life's
to be the of the world i see gonna
so me not when you speak of the king son of a bitch
im in blues
color me you wanna
white is my tone
is my persona
red is the tip of the flame, what's burning under
yela, and 333 is my fuckin