Spirit half dead
New look got the worms in my head
Spacewhip finna turn to my bed
Still ride w the chrome on the rims
Big wheels mean big pimpin' baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'
Big wheels mean big pimpin' baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'
I can't tell you how I'm feeling right now
But the chrome hearts drip down from my neck to the ground, ho
I'm outside with my city right now though
I'm face down in the trenches right now (shhhh)
I'm finna buy another round for what's bound come
I been working too hard I deserve fun
Flexing with him; end of night, I deserve son
Give me that fye
Give me that (hoo)
I'm finna burn sum
I won't show em that my
Spirit half dead
New look got the worms in my head
Spacewhip finna turn to my bed
Still ride w the chrome on the rims
Big wheels mean big pimpin' baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'
Big wheels mean big pimpin' baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'
Oooo
Oooo
Oooo
Oooo
I'm contemplating the extent to which I'll play the game
And figure how to give them keys when they don't know my name
Could put down mask like Alicia; let this face serve the game
It's formula to the blow up but I prefer the change
See through perspective of the helpless wrapped round little fingers
Then let this milli belt like singers on my pinky ring
See here's the thing
When you connected to a dream that you'd die for
Start doing things to get to finish even in the shadow
No thing as flawless seams
Live in a dry state so my pockets need a little cream
I'm beating on the door with smile to show my golden teeth
Ain't let me in so I went round the back with mud all on my feet
The door was locked so I scaled up a tree with cans of gasoline
Say where the chimney
Found that bitch and started pouring kerosene
Sparked the lighter I just got from down the street at that Supreme
Burn, baby, burn
Tears in eyes; vision blurred
Never thought that what they think of me ain't even my concern
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