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Sold out paid
Money is fueling the flame
Tired of playing these game
I do not feel any shame
I do not feel anything
I am a god
I am the one that will make you
I am the one that will take you
I am the one that will break you
I am the one with the keys
Fucked up mind disease
Cash, burning it, coming in fast
Making it last
Hoping they laugh at you, what would your gods do?
Fight you
Guide you
Thinking that they stand beside you?
Nah
Sold out paid remember
You can see diamonds and grills
You can count up all the bills
Asking yourself, " Is it real"
Do you really fucking care

Goldfish in my high tops
I got new cars and it won't stop
I got new jets
And these bombs drop
I feel washed up
But I'm paid blahhh

I sip Cristal on this new yacht
I got new beats while this beat drops
And it's funny
I ain't got none of this
I can make fun of this
I am a wordsmith BABY
Now pay me
I'm a kangaroo in this fucking zoo
Imma' get hostile Imma' flip turnstiles
Imma' stay mobile
New corvette
There's no format

Calling em' all out
Sick of these rappers who ball out
Watering down what I do
I do not care about shoes
They don't care about you
Check out the face tat
Check out the new gat
Check out that fly hat
F*ck all the clothes
F*ck all the gold
Women ain't hoes
Women ain't hoes

O M I N O U S
I'm scared, you're not
That's what you said
But I do not see it
I can not see it
I'm feeling great and I really believe it
Ha

I am not feeling so good
I am not feeling so hood
Hustle my mix tape, trying to make rent
Making these rhymes make sense
Put in work
Feeling ambitious
Looking suspicious
It's repetitious
All of these rhymes
Taking my time away
Can I get yours?
Gimme the time of day

I'm feeling rough
Enough is enough
Ego
See me flex my new tuxedo
Front seat stacked with crystals
Back seat stacked with pistols
I'll take it all to the bank
What do you thank
Drankin' my drank
Pull up and torching it all
Eyes on on the ball
Burn
Losing traction at all turns

I can do rhymes
I can do rhymes really good
I can say words like I should
I can pull up on the skrrt skrrt
Making up words on my blurp turp
We can deflect all the shame
I do not feel anything
I am just wanting the fame
I am just wanting the fame
Give me the fame

Fucked up
Complicated
Are you right, or are you jaded
Are you smart or are you faded
This is just the box I came in
Wrapped up while I rap these lines up
Damn my pockets lined up
They line up cause I am just a fool with tight ass shoes
Grills, bills, pills
Meal ticket
They'll pick it
Watch my watch is tight as f*ck
I got the plays I got the drugs
I don't know what I'm sayin' anymore I am just playin'
I am making all this shit up
I am tired I am tired I am tired I am tired as f*ck.

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