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I get money fore' I ask for it, make sure that my niggas straight
I control my fate, the master of this whip
Cruising with my shawty with the windows down
Smoke a pound in a week
Speeding down the freeway, dodging enemies
I can't tell my bitch that I be losing sleep
I'm jaded she take up my space like Jordan's when I hit her crease
Thinkin' to my death, I swear I'm moving out the way
Don't mistake my patience for content, you still can catch a fade
Drifting violent thoughts, stay in my endless mind
I ain't no nihilist, God told me I was gifted
Brother hit my phone, I'm up in soho posted
I'm afraid of going back home
Some niggas done lost they soul
Some niggas selling dope
And some niggas don't got no hope
They posted up on the block
Auntie want another rock so he gon' get her that
Don't overthink my indifference
These niggas went from puffer vest to puttin' bullets up in 'em
Money never stop that rage
Shit been difficult since I left the page, left the town
Shawty hit my phone, she tryna' match
I need a eight, I ain't buyin' off the nigga if he wanna tax
Division One, don't give a fuck about stats
Smokin' cookie in my raw, writing thoughts
'Cause I need a bag
Bitch bad and I don't need her back
I need time and space alone
And I don't need her in my face
If she wanna argue back
Get the fuck up out my way
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