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You claim to chase a bag but you ain't If you are you're running till you faint Keep talking out your ass Man, you fucking tainting Keep sniffing that paint Looking at me like I'm crazy Maybe your bitch ass just lazy If you like my fucking style Man, you can fucking trace it Shit left for generations Got three bitches One for the cooking One is good looking The other one to f*ck it, lick and to suck it Life ain't good man but f*ck it Throwing shade man, I duck it You claim to chase a bag but you ain't If you are you're running till you faint Keep talking out your ass Man, you fucking tainting Keep sniffing that paint Still so stressed and depressed You could catch me well dressed Cheated on my girl she found out, now she pressed Still hit in that dress tho Took a drive in the benzo Eat pussy with utensils My dick on point Yeah, you'd think you're sucking pencils Rich cause I said so Rhyme I don't need to I don't make the rules bitch F*ck it how she needs to