Fell asleep inside a foreign
Girl, I know I'm wide awake
I'm prayin' to the Lord, I hope I die inside a bank
He tryna go to war, but he ain't got that kind of cake
If your new bitch lookin' old, then turn her into modern day
I'm here on my own and I got somethin' on my chest again
All these pure white stones and I feel blessed, but I can't save a bitch
Like I just went deaf, I don't even give a fuck what a nigga got to say
Always with your gang, you ain't got no hoes, to me, that's kinda
I just tell my shooter, "Go," and he gon' probably lay them
I do not think them niggas with you by the way you pay them
Niggas like pollen, spreading all that fake shit, I'll come and take him
My niggas be violent, but it's funny, he think that chop' gon' save him
And we on top, what I'm on
I just had dinner with the mayor
I'm talkin' big expansions
You lil' boys ain't quite there
Sixteen, I need VISINE
Fuck sex, I need my lean
Can't die, I kill my dreams
All these damn commas on me
I got these big black face, blue hundreds, all these Obamas on me
Why this ho fucked on all of my niggas not tryna pop it on me?
Bitch, I might pay you for your problems, but that top is for free
I got four linemans that's gon' stop, he ain't gon' pop it for me
Fell asleep inside a foreign
Girl, I know I'm wide awake
I'm prayin' to the Lord, I hope I die inside a bank
He tryna go to war, but he ain't got that kind of cake
If your new bitch lookin' old, then turn her into modern day
Fell asleep inside a foreign
Girl, I know I'm wide awake
I'm prayin' to the Lord, I hope I die inside a bank
He tryna go to war, but he ain't got that kind of cake
If your new bitch lookin' old, then turn her into modern day
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