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Can't trust a bitch, on some right click delete
White trash creep come out the woods like Kaczynski
How I'm bombing fuckin beats, THC is what I breathe
No Meek Mill, cuz it's nightmares, never dreams
Home town streets, roaming smoking reef
Feelin like Jason Segal off of Freaks and Geeks
Young Seth Green, moon rise turn to a beast
I don't carry round a piece, I don't care about my streams

Who the fuck is this nice?
On a motherfucking active mic
Catch me walking in Fazos or Mikes
Sidious spitting that lightning
Getting yourself on them percs and them vicodins
Could give a fuck if your pussy ass dying then
You tryna be just like your idols
If you think I'm talking bout you then I am spiting you

Going out the house, I prefer not
Smoke drink, smoke drink, then hit the wall like Earnhardt
Going out the house, I prefer not
Smoke drink, smoke drink, then hit the wall like Earnhardt



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Writer(s): Jacob Brouwer
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