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Rapping and trapping, a third world baby Flipping then tripping up, was it only me? Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy Like, let me tell you something Like, let me tell you something My life a Tarantino movie with no retake Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there 'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there Worse than your worst sin but I shine like a motherfucking diamond Me and my pack in the marathon like a fugitive on the run Too far to complete but too good to compete, it's a quick submission I want Kawas Dior with Valentino sneakers Problems galore; it's hard to be the encore Born in the gutter Bitch I hustle for my butter These days against the leaders with no agenda I need figures for my morning sativa These days I gotta roll up, reach high up, apply some henny in our cup Get fucked up then we re-up 'til we goddamn passed out in the tub Pop magical shrooms, you finna feel like doom's near Visions of missiles got me feeling no religion and fear Life is a joke when a stupid teenager got you next to his trigger Homicide everywhere, we stuck, no way to get out of here I said homicide everywhere, no way to get out of here Rapping and trapping, a third world baby Flipping then tripping up, was it only me? Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy Like, let me tell you something Like, let me tell you something My life a Tarantino movie with no retake Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there 'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there
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