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Number Nine jeans with the Rick owens
That boy ass, charging 30 for some opens
Yea the drank touched down, gotta whole lotta potions
And we charging out like motherfuckin trojans

Run it up get my tokens, She bipolar changing motions
That boy zesty, changing motions
We gon blow, like explosions

We gon blow, like Osama
I'm a camel not a llama
I do not fuck with no drama, pussy cryin for his mama (Ha-ha)

Silverstein way I call that bitch karma
Me my gang, yea we up, and we love to count the commas
You not gang you not my brotha
Won't sip that shit, not from the pharma
I make her sing just like Rihanna
If she not mine, I do not want her

I'm sippin' drank, like its water
I'm up like helicopter
Bitch you my son, you my daughter
Spin yo block, we gon slaughter

Chronic cough, hit up the doctor
Doctor said I'm getting stronger
Granny said I'm gettin' smarter
This my book and I'm the author