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When I see Richie Rich I find it hard to laugh No Pokémon, he caught a bird like Charizard This girl beautiful, me I'll probably lose it all Cah I'm busy talking to the cats like Doctor Dolittle L's on L's and I'm just tryna get my W's back No broken concrete when I talk running through crack Y.G.'s gone to sail like boats do Call it white bust, yellow hair like Goku Now she say I've got class like school days No babes, I'm just running line like Usain Come through like the black Green Goblin My apprentice robbing so he thought I was Bruce Wayne Hell nah, these sweets ain't candy Mandem white, Arab, Albanian Of course blacks, got akhs, got Asians like Gandhi Pakistani running through the trees like Bambi B was the plan so he didn't have plan B Now I'm looking at my Samsung bouncing I could do it J.K. Rowling Story bout a pot, a magic flake and brown in Tryna go hard like erection While them boys stunt, why they flexing? Not me, I really had to put down grands right Before I popped bands like One Direction That's a couple days that I ain't been yard Tryna get paid off a SIM card I was in the station but I didn't talk Even though man knew like Lingard Life ain't a game like Saints Row Main road, lick you in your cornrow Get it out the mud like Play-Doh Could've patterned gang but they're afraid though Used to go town with a tenner Till I put a brown in my hand like henna Nah this sand ain't the one from the beach Ask me how I turned white and I ain't using no bleach That's a sticky one still like duct tape Cah I want paper round me like a cupcake Yeah they tell me that I'm working with a devil I'm a rebel but I pray to my God when I'm up late Cah I'm always with an akhi like saltfish He turned green nuff times like Hulk did Nine bar, quarter of a whole brick Put it in the water like goldfish Young bucks on it, nobody's safe akh Pop at anyone like hot oil when it sprays back Grease it down like baby hair's on fleek Cah he tell me he wan' shoot like Thierry Henry Fifteen on estate stealing cars Came up short, I was getting chased by the sarge What sort of man doesn't wanna make money fast? Got caught cah I didn't want a taser in my ass Tryna change, not a bag of coins, got a bag of sins One day, get on deen, disappear like Madeleine I spent my early teens chasing down clientele Not for show and tell, I'm low as hell but I just hide it well Pity the fool like Mr. T If I get sucked or touched you can't riddle me I'll come with two mates like polygamy Or will I do it by myself? No Digga D No doubt I wanna live clean But do you know how I was miskeen? Had to dun a man's dance like Strictly Money for my mum and my unborn pickney Robbery nights, I used to tell shh "Pick me" All that homework was a mystery Cah I'm Caribbean like Tickle Me And all now they're lying up in history
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