40Bpm

Rolling the same shit
They ain't get involved
Staying alone
While I piss myself off
Betting with spinach
Popping them eyes out
Seeing gimmicks
Never showing my face round cause I'm sick of it
You could talk like my big cousin
But that's been nothing
So why the fuck you fronting
Never bluffing
Better stuffer
Clever fucker
Mold your style from him
And you wondering how I've been homie
With no smile on him
Actually I'm all good
Acting a fool
All lonely
Motherfucker you know me
Ah ah ah
Yea
You know that's how I hold it
Oh shit ima grown man
You know now
Got to hold my dick
And fucking build my own house
When they say my vocab
Is so foul
Say I'm whack as fuck
Like pronouns and pro-bound
Bet you feeling cool how
Blacken out inside of my pool house
Got this fucking money
Got to roll it in gold now
Cause revenge is always fuller
When you shine for the fools golden
Trying to cool off
Hope that they say I sold out



Credits
Writer(s): Shean Roche
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