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Designer pieces in my wardrobe

I press the button to open my garage door

I'm out of state I'm out of mind

Still concerned with mine, when I'm in a different time

Zone smoking strong, before I reach the terminal

My flights long, TSA smell me but leave me alone

Small talk about how my day been long

Plus they heard of me say they fans of

My songs, Dap them up flick a picture

Then it's on to the fucking mission

I put my self in this position, I made this decision

To leave my house, see the world, go and get it

I got old friends that don't get it, mad that do I got it

I'm in the house party telling college bitches pop pussy like Ducati

Bitches be charge y'all like they time worth a Bugatti

My hair knotty, but I kick it with Asian hoes like Karate

Like that make difference, police still killing precious black children

And me I'm trying to make a killing, make some millions

So I can take some to help my people