Nowadays we all bartards
Yeah
And all the cool kids like to ball hard
No we ain't grown ups, burfsnart
The person in the mirror ain't me
Juice swishing in heaven with kobe
Cause the best niggas die first, they the ripest on earf
Sorry bout the fax
Standards too high these niggas pay a tax
Fucked on your bitch, this my last wrap
Pitch a tent in my Benz, or get clapped
Do not be surprised if I attack
Got beasts in my head like demons
I got a Halo on my head like jesus
And you know, the way I feel, loved and hated, like an angel from satan
You know life's real, when your hated for real
All that pain is a thrill
Leaking blood like a mill
Shooting shots like meek mill
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