Boot up, boot up, boot up, wait!
"Well, you better say 'mom', dude, just kinda not polite to say shit like that, especially about your mother."
Practice, practice
Ay, Scar
Set it, yeah
I got this value, so set it, yeah
Kill instrumentals on paper, yeah
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Living so lavish, insane, uh
Keep it inside of my brain
Yes, there's so numbers on paper, uh
Count that, lil' pussy, I'm a maker, uh
Mixing the drip with the acres, uh
Houses of proud for the neighbors, ay
Now I'm known, one of the greatest, uh
Fine could gon' get the paper
Sippin' on gin, I don't chase it
It's just they talk that I'm tasting, yeah
Drowning my bottles and wasting, uh
You might see Scar, I delayed this, yah
Live alone, get you out my head
I still live alone, get you out my head
I can't live alone, get you out my life
I live alone, get you out my life, ay
I took a look at the top, yeah
I saw myself in that spot, yeah
These niggas thought that they lost, ay
Maybe they know that ain't wrong, ay
Focus on shooting my shot, yeah
Working all day, it's no sleep, ay
Taking off hate to peace, ay
Yeah, I sold that to wrist
Sip gin, pass out
No, I sip gin, pass out
Ay, sip gin, pass out
Ay, ay, ayy
Sip gin, pass out
Sip gin, pass out
Sip gin, pass out
Sip gin, pass out
Ay, sip gin, pass out
No, I sip gin, pass out
Ay, sip gin, pass out
No, I sip gin, pass out
Sip gin, pass out
Sip gin, pass out
Sip gin, pass out
Sip gin, pass out
"Ahahahaha"
"Boy, was he scared!"
"You can trust my discretion."
"Mhmhahaha"
"It won't be so funny if he calls the cops."
"It won't?"
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