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to be my ride or die
But you was always telling lies
Just know that time flies by, you and me high up in them skies
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Why the fuck you had

Nazis
And who gon stop me? Lock me up like Tekashi
Might off Richard Spencer dispensin that Glock heat
Bite off they heads like I'm Ozzy
Got some of my

by my side is my ride or die
Mom kicked me out when I called her a bitch
So I’m crashing on my bros couch instead of a ditch
She says my dad's the man

to have their heads looking sideways
Like wait ... what?

They be laughing like my name is Richard
But I'm catching heat like Pryor stuff
Soon I'll be out

I look back at my high school
And think about the shit that I'd done
The only thing I got from education
Is that teachers are worthless scum

I

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

as he who's I, clear the third eye to reveal I
I remain the high emcee, the Kardinal, Mr. Ritchie
Niggas in control over and above thee
Took the lyricy,

gon‘ suck
When I make this seat layback (On high)
I come out the f***ing ditch
Look at me in dior trench
Can’t believe a yungin rich
The perfect time

gon‘ suck
When I make this seat layback (On high)
I come out the fucking ditch
Look at me in Dior trench
Can’t believe a yungin rich
The perfect time

Richard is Dick
So why imma get money just to say that I'm Rich?
Think about it

I'm a fly guy, she my little angel
Watch me ride by flying like an angel

bassoon joined by the tuba
Gettin deep like Jacques Costeau with all his scuba
Gettin high like Wiz with different kinds of buddha
Kinda slick like my name

memory
Remember Decembers when eye sockets were more like ember sleeves
Vintage dreams in capsules built by enslaved forbidden screams
Posed by griots, I

not getting her back

Like Richard Sherman how I'm taking her back

Back to my crib we going to my place

scored the winning touchdown back at my place

of the son

Now our hero is climbing high
He's been recruited by the FBI
They want him to become an undercover spy
The mission target is a rich old snob

to see what you do as a talent, g
But even when I'm high you're still boring like going to class 'till 3
It's such a travesty, tragically it's a laugh for

mention 
The beat made by Sam
Ok back to the task at plan
I’m so high up
With no intentions to land
It’s great being single
Maybe I should make this

around the World
Let me know
Around the World
Giving Diamonds and Pearls
Flying all around the World
But I'm riding, flying high conniving
Richard Branson

Arrival of the hittest
Gets the most high spinnest
Spirit approaching
Spirit is here
Made into MattR
Almighty attractor
Weak flesh willing
Let

leaping and I'm feeling their doubt's cruel
Rather easily injured by the mirror, they deal with me
Just a couple weeks since Richard died, I missed

By mount and mead, by lawn and rill,
When night is deep, and moon is high,
That music seeks and finds me still,
And tells me where the corals lie.
Yes,

7am I’m up n at it it’s bout to be a good one
Click my dm find my bm n check up on my lil one
I broke my old scale so now I sale em by the unit
I let

the picket fence 
You could you see
what the picket sign was demanding 
Some people get high
don’t end up with a steady landing 
The fam starving in the famine

Smith
Out for the clout an' shit
Why you down and out with it
Try and amount to this, nah, it's too high
I flew by with the crew in a blue sky
If you were

Uh oh, here comes fake Little Richard
Tutti Fruiti, wooh
The Eagles band with fake Joe Walsh, hey
Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat
Taking it day by