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I could walk around, give a fuck 'bout what you think
I could walk around in clown shoes, double what you make
Who stepped out texting you some ground rules other niggas made
I got all suburban clowns wanna pull up wit' a rave

But I really got some niggas who would shoot you in your face
My brother Nico watched the town move while we movin' paid
Don't do nothin' 'bout candles stubbing in the rain
Ain't no power in my house dude, ain't no place was safe
Nigga strap up out my mouth dude, Don't know what it say
I woke up to breaking glass and some pounding at the place
Mama told me "Son get down babe, the cops are on the way"
Went to sleep, never ate and the cops still on the way

Walk around the neighborhood my brother got assaulted
Cars pulled up on his shit, he took off running, was exhausted
Nigga's really bitches when they gunnin' 'cause they lost it
Clout wit' a burner man, wish he woulda lost it
Wanna make hits for the niggas in the coffins
Rock him in his jaw 'cause that nigga wanna talk shit
I don't wanna ball if your cousins name is Austin
They watchin' out my moves, yeah I race while they parkin'
Shit, I'm in Off-White bitch, just like Parkinsons
Bitches shake for sins
But I'm not finna do what they want for the kid
I'm like Jackson when I move, 'cause I'm smooth like shit

I'm like hee-hee
Your diamonds like feces
Walk up in the room
Everybody wanna be me
You see me on the TV
Cut you out like green screen
Bitch I cut off family saying that you need me, yeah

I could walk around, give a fuck 'bout what you think
I could walk around in clown shoes, double what you make
Stepped out texting you some ground rules other niggas made
I got all suburban clowns wanna pull up wit' a rave

I could walk around, give a fuck 'bout what you think
Walk around in clown shoes, double what you make
Texting you some ground rules other niggas made
Y'all is all suburban clowns dude, we is not the same



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Writer(s): Michael Myrthil
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