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I'm stayin' at the W for all the times I took a L I feel like the state, I'm fighting demons, free Jamell Blue lives on his license plate, but he don't fuck with twelve Now they chimin' in 'cause I got loot but that don't ring a bell Fuck it, I grab my paddle I took the road less travelled, mmh I got a strange addiction, I'ma go feed them gravel, yeah Using every last piece of bread I ain't have no bait and tackle My brothers died and it coulda been war but I had to go pick my battle She like to call me the boss man Wе gon' keep that on the D-Low They thought that I nevеr come out the sandlot Now I'm the great bambino Jit green, he gon' shoot, no Ceelo Florida water delute you, no MiO I'ma finna dig holes like the movie I'm finna bring the opps down, zero 772 pawn in Vero Politic with me, no Ben Shapiro I sent my shooter right back on a lick he went M.I.A, Tyler Herro Bad bitch wanna gang bang Triple D, no guy fieri Now I'm getting to the real cake I remember munchin' on lil Debbie Letras de cancionesFirst T, I'ma bleed concrete I ain't ever need to use the resi And they try to call me out on my fetty now they acting like it's all confetti They thought I was sweet? I'ma beat 'em like Suga Sean Broward turned me to a man and I'm putting on Brought the beef to the stu like it's boullion Flip marks, I be skating in my Louis Vuitton's Lil buddy got hit with that shotgun Crack a cold one, no PBR I'm totin' that cannon, no DSLR That silencer sound like ASMR I'm a superstar but I'm too bizarre Snaggletooth, Glock, alligator gar He strip out his clothes if I hop out the vehicle Naked brothers, no crazy car We pull up with chops and take cheese I break bread, I don't chop cheese They sizing bruh, that ain't Fahrenheit That boy was just fightin' a first degree The Torah right up on the dash The exodus next to the 23 You want a M, you want a B I'ma go Pusha T (I'ma go make a trip) I'm stayin' at the W for all the times I took a L I feel like the state, I'm fighting demons, free Jamell Blue lives on his license plate, but he don't fuck with twelve Now they chimin' in 'cause I got loot but that don't ring a bell Fuck it, I grab my paddle I took the road less travelled mmh I got a strange addiction, I'ma go feed them gravel, yeah Using every last piece of bread I ain't have no bait and tackle My brothers died and it coulda been war but I had to go pick my battle From Letras Mania