Lyrics:
go from fry-ups on the street to Yeezys on the green Eating sourdough with eggs, yes, my brother And, oh That's how they're living now in China
Ten tires Make em vex tire I'm a Ghost Rider I got more fire Pan sauce hittin' Bacon egg fry-up Braise the lamb bicep Break a leg, tiger Double
smells like lager and fry-up P-R-O-D-U-C-T That's all I will ever be I'm not a name I'm a number I'm not a name I'm a number I am the product of a poor
fry-ups in the morning Or anytime Man get dat all-day-special Wit extra 'fries' Serve 'chickens', 'halfed' and 'quartered' No extra sides Had
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