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Minus in degrees I got that freeze knowledges I cheat college Teacher bleacher Bitch I speak modest I'm beat's minded Get lost in my sheet nonsense Sponspored by drugs and Forties I'm a keys monster I try to keep my smile on my face and tears dripping down my pen Can't afford a dry tooth, base it on a Benz Forget about friends, see them once a gen' Nine to tens for an ounce of gin Every now and then I feel important Then I feel like muerte In code with Everything but moi tsé C'est f*cké Dot pulled me out of some shit I went through And Compton felt like a place a man knew I got homies Still repping brayolas In n out the pen Wanna stand out with mandolas Focus on the stains Too much saturation Look for validation You be lacking patiences For real I close my eyes to look in yours I get so high I'm tryin' to know I close my eyes to look in yours I get so high I'm tryin' to know (I'm tryin' to know) I close my eyes to look in yours I get so high I'm tryin' to know