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Back up in this bitch better back up bitch
I picked my back up, unzip these bitches, pack up
Strapped up, like a straight jacket, wardrobe of a fake
Got my racks up, ain't snakes in the grass it's just fake maggots
MAGA hats, blown off with mags size of mavericks
Toe tags get crossed like designer chains, just imagine
How many would kill themselves for a YSL gravestone
Or sell grams to imagine a prison cell is a mansion
King size mattress, sleep is the cousin of safe zones- huh
What happened? expected illmatic?
I'm not about biting tones and flows to pay for a home
With no walls, water shit down as if we playin pay phone
Kids breaking they face bones for beauty,
Shit so 2d
Y'all dealt a hand and still playin choosy
Plain stupid, absolutely
Throw pissy fits from burns just like a UTI
You see I on burners, getting mad but i prolly ain't makin UCI
Simply doesn't suit me, my loyalty where my duty lays
Bitches either groupies or sleepin beauties
I'd rather spend my cash and matter on debussy than chasing de pussy
And getting mind over matter, and brains over fatter pockets
Deposits the size of jackfruits
and necklaces with taproots
They bite my chain a cracked tooth
Oxymoron like bass flute,
Facin me you'll see the biggest crapshoot
Prolly end up in back rooms in a sack, or end up rat food
Continue stanza, standin statues
to stand my yappin
Let my heater achoo, clappin at you, catch you lackin
Came up out some grass roots, so guaranteed to stay the same in Louis V or track suits
Facts, truth

Fact or fiction
When i'm countin cash i'm a mathematician
Fraction of my stash shows you just how i been hashin business
Y'all could try to lap me but i'm passin digits
With every verse, bitches lapped up in mass submissive
The last rendition of God's will, made it by his hand
Not a movie life is novel, a script of silt and sand
Last longer than johnny knoxville, With powder in his nostril
So y'all could get fucked, don't dance with squares, you bitches quadrilles
So many zeros in these card bills i'm seein cheerios
Serial numbers getting scratched like lottery, three a rows
Born in storm of borealis, poorest balance
Shooters stretch from point barrow straight to Northern Dallas
Foreign mallace, straight from Russia, we got fortune salvage
Tried to down me, must be Rasputin i'm lordly calloused
Courtney Hadwin, under 20 we both soaring has beens
Bought so many cubans you would think we sportin Mavericks
Break the backboard, then break your favorite bitches back door
Many M's, you'd empty all yours just to fix the dashboard
On this maybach truck, pay back, get your pay tax took
Copped an amex, daily payments, Quickly need a playback look, stay mad
Billboards what we aim at, we hit top 100
Record huntin, make you prey, then pay like catholic frontmen
Highly funded, leave your money stunted
Tryna get so rich i buy my mom 2 houses, plus my cousins
Next inducted in GOAT conversation, the congregation
Of just you and me, shoot and see a combination
Drafted constellations, written in the stars, we patient
To show a resume, press play this an occupation
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