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This shit was easy, I'm where the trees be I got my life back Freeze, we on no degrees, please I was "Fuck class" Seeds in my palm, Palm trees I need Prozacs You Beez in The Trap, Like you Nicki Speak in No Caps Gs in my hood Loading Ps and them Glock 10s You ain't got no heat Why the fuck you on my block then Fees on me, why you think I sing I been locked in Team with me Still with my niggas like I'm Huck Finn It would seem niggas thought that it was sweet Like some cheesecake KvreeM with me, balling all season The Dream Shake Dust coming soon, nigga please wait Dusk fore the moon, You can't be safe Run this money up On some speed chase, Speed Racer Cash on your head St. Ps Day, that Green Day Last to the bread, like it's Last Supper Niggas do the dash, say "He fled" That ain't nothing new to you, now is it Talking down to you is getting something out of you But I'm so far ahead of niggas, I can't talk no louder Niggas want a piece of all the moves I ain't even mad at you But it's just collateral You niggas best be proud and move This shit was easy I'm where the trees be I got my life back Freeze we on no degrees, please I was "Fuck class" Seeds in my palm, palm trees I need Prozacs You Beez in the Trap, like you Nicki Speak in No Caps Gs in my hood Loading Ps and the Glock 10s You ain't got no heat Why the fuck you on my block then Fees on me, why you think I sing I been locked in Team with me Still with my niggas like I'm Huck Finn I don't fuck with Jives, they get under my skin Gave her ass a 5, now she wanna Huck my Finn Shorty cool and all, but her besties for the win City Boys up 10 now City Boys up 10 Run this money up Get your cut, this a cheesecake Breaking bread, no geese bait Keep some in a brief case I Beez in The Trap For the honey plus the weed straight Got me buzzing each day Keep my frequency straight Damn So let me pick it up I been around the country and I still can't find a fuck Don't tell me "break a leg" when its giving you suck Middle fingers to my opps, wish them bad luck Look at your shoes, why you worried about my life Watching like the news, ride this dick like a bike Your music is snooze Mine gone get you right And if I do not fuck with you then you just might be Jive
Writer(s): Devin Goins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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