When I'm too busy tryin' to get this fuckin' album crackin' this year
So I'll probably die in advance if anything should happen
And my priorities fucked up, I know it
And I'm afraid I'm gonna blow it
And them expectations raised because daddy was a poet, right?
Huff all you want I'm takin' no advice
Nigga, I'm about to represent this anguish
Stressin' over payment, so don't tell me that I made it
Only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado [?]
I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable
Abrasive as fuck and they all pay me
I'm chucklin', cross-faded in public
Heart racin' so blood is leaked, like I don't give a fuck again, right?
I don't fuck with too much [?]
Judging by the pants and a [?]
Only in the vans with the dark tints
Start shit type nigga
Ridin' in the jeep I'mma side-swipe niggas
What's your life like? It's aiight nigga
Camping in the left, Freddie what's the price of it?
Ridin' with the whip and I ain't got the license for it
Jill got me [?] license molded
Sittin' on my sofa feeling high as doormen
If we could smoke another one, it might be [?]
Pass it to you, what the fuck you starin' at?
Acting like you've never seen a piece of scared cat
Bars hotter than a [?]
Stunt on these niggas, they flop like D-Backs
These niggas don't floss [?]
See that nigga? [?] I'mma be that nigga
Believe that nigga, you see that nigga?
[?] I'mma be that nigga, believe that nigga
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