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You get fried like a perm if you wormin', you sherm Put a price on your head and I'm makin' that purchase I'm the man of my Derb, you a boy from the burbs Boy, the life of the dirt ain't gonna ever be worth it Beat the odds then I go buy mama a Birkin Know some dirty bitches who will merk for that purse Mama, sorry for times you was cryin' and hurtin' Wanna crib in Morocco or a trip to the Turks And I'm cryin' to God, but I know I ain't perfect I be humble too much and I forget my worth Got no heart or no soul, not no regular person Lil Kami, RT, living hell on Earth Got a Glock with a Dick, bitch, it's far from a virgin Lotta bodies on bodies, someone call a nurse Only speaking on money, she speakin' in cursive Bitch, it's me versus the world, not no his and no hers Try and test your luck with me, you get merked and put on a shirt Casa boy raised in the dirt, this choppa f*ck ya, make it squirt This nigga wanna kick it with me, one wrong move and you get hurt FN 5-7, disperse, we taught through ways to honor worth I'm with AK and the squad, making music off perky's You get hit with that Uzi, it's gon' take you vert Treat the knock like it's Riri, the way that she working She fucked the whole gang for a 2-star purse 2-star pants and some 2-star shirts, like bitch, this the brand Stop calling it merch, 30K London, bitch, we breaking this curse You can run and hide, but it's gon' make it worse Hit Boston next day, I'm done with New York Better get back then to sit back and be hurt Had a talk with Satan when I was off yerks It was me versus me in a dark universe Behind every foreign, it still lay a hearse Be aware of the mission, can't move in reverse I don't wanna talk, got no time to converse You get fried like a perm if you wormin', you sherm Put a price on your head and I'm makin' that purchase I'm the man of my derb, you a boy from the burbs Boy, the life of the dirt ain't gonna ever be worth it Beat the odds then I go buy mama a Birkin Know some dirty bitches who will merc for that purse Mama, sorry for times you was cryin' and hurtin Wanna crib in Morocco or a trip to the Turks And I'm cryin' to God, but I know I ain't perfect I be humble too much and I forget my worth Got no heart or no soul, not no regular person Lil Kami, RT, living hell on Earth Got a Glock with me, bitch, it's far from a virgin Lotta bodies on bodies, someone call a nurse So what's the word? It's up, I'm off so many drugs, I'm dozin' off And with these girls, no trust, I know a couple moms that's willing to risk it all Well, shit, who's willing to risk it all? I dropped out of school 'cause the bag too small F*ck critics, f*ck rules, we don't live by law got killys from France Spain and Montreal