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ZUCKERBERG
by Breeo
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Servin' instant grams like Mark Zuckerberg
If I ever face the book you won't hear another word
Theres a fly on the wall
It's the SWAT, it's the pigs
If one things for sure there's a rat if there's swiss
Rats, snakes, flies, oh my
If they say death & taxes we can make pigs fly
Theres some snakes in the grass had to weed them bitches out
Once you take, and you ask for some weed, you bitches out
There's a judas in the circle
It's a traitor at the table
This forbidden fruit hanging
And the devil was an angel
Get to running from the problems, on these tracks like Usain Bolt
And imma hit the shawty when i'm mentally stable
Cuz i just spent some hundos and some change for my studio
Feeling like the don, when i'm bombing the Don Julio
Feeling paranoia, anxiety, when i'm zooted up
(But I won't stop, baby I can't change)
I think i should slow down
But that's all jazz like Motown
Ten toes down looking like Odell
From the boosters seats til' i'm 6ft deep
I think i should slow down
But that's all jazz like Motown
Ten toes down looking like Odell
(But I won't stop, baby I can't change)
I need some change in my pocket
Bitch I need direct deposit
I might scoop up all my Hawkins out they home
Hotbox in the shit box and my momma work a shit job
That's the shit that get me pissed off
Feelin' loaded up
I've been struggling say no to drugs
Everybody smokin', you understand when you old enough
(Yeah)
That we all got vices
And mine is moving reefer for reasonable prices
Servin' instant grams like Mark Zuckerberg
If I ever face the book you won't hear another word
Theres a fly on the wall
It's the SWAT, it's the pigs
If one things for sure there's a rat if there's swiss
Rats, snakes, flies, oh my
If they say death & taxes we can make pigs fly
Theres some snakes in the grass had to weed them bitches out
Once you take, and you ask for some weed, you bitches out
There's a judas in the circle
It's a traitor at the table
This forbidden fruit hanging
And the devil was an angel
Get to running from the problems, on these tracks like Usain Bolt
And imma hit the shawty when i'm mentally stable
Cuz i just spent some hundos and some change for my studio
Feeling like the don, when i'm bombing the Don Julio
Feeling paranoia, anxiety, when i'm zooted up
(But I won't stop, baby I can't change)
I think i should slow down
But that's all jazz like Motown
Ten toes down looking like Odell
From the boosters seats til' i'm 6ft deep
I think i should slow down
But that's all jazz like Motown
Ten toes down looking like Odell
(But I won't stop, baby I can't change)
I need some change in my pocket
Bitch I need direct deposit
I might scoop up all my Hawkins out they home
Hotbox in the shit box and my momma work a shit job
That's the shit that get me pissed off
Feelin' loaded up
I've been struggling say no to drugs
Everybody smokin', you understand when you old enough
(Yeah)
That we all got vices
And mine is moving reefer for reasonable prices
