Eyes and pupils dot the i's so crucial true to being frugal loose as loopholes
I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,
Disguised as nice but true evil
Never wrong at any level
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
Yeah, rack, rack city shit
Fuck being counterfeit
You were the friend that kept me true,
He ain't give a fuck about you
My dreams started coming true
And all the shit you went through
Get it back and shit
I’m being sarcastic,
Doesn't matter if the score is true
It's jungle when the niggas in zoo
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