With the fo'Show, to got to glow, to cap ur rap, and it bubble like crack.
To knapsack that trap, to feed the Young, and Ye' know that we do the 6g Samsung.
But to carry heat, to seek and you'll find, the diamonds in my teeth continue to shine.
So the vampyric aura, the flora, and the sky, to align this beat with Merlot, not white wine.
So we up for hire, the Crew that got signed, and we celebrate with the white "diet" lines.
What's mine is ur not urs, "You already fkn we're," so do you think you know this time for sure?
We'll end it there, the funeral and the despair, and we never said that this was FUCKIN' fair.
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