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We been in the backyard
I been all day
Trynna find the old house
Put me in the hallway
Like we never rolled out
But you know all day
Yeah you know we hop out

And the drink still cold
Just don't trip your bitch get pulled
And it go in I hit a floater
I been grinning
Got this bitch up on my dick
I ain't finna hold her
I been sitting pretty listen
Twisting miss him sipping soda
Got your weed from California
Got my tree from Pensacola
Overseas roll with me
Just go and chief this frequent odor
Hit sheets she sleeping over
If it's cheap its Fashionova
Drink it neat and it be sweet
I need a week to keep me sober
I been reading I don't know bruh
Hope I breathe to see October
I been changing
Rearranging my life
And the same name
Except I might just space with the hyphen
I can't change
Shit I gotta hit the plate when I'm writing
I'm scatter brained and I could
Find a better fang when they biting
And they if the came for enlightenment
You been played they ain't finding it
Shit I flow for a moment
Hold it
And float on a Vicodin
Hit they dome with some lightning
I'm like Zeus shit I'm daring
I got the juice
Like Doc produced it
Type to boost the McLaren
Off the Goose like I'm confused
Bitch f*ck your moves
Ooh you staring
Go get your tools
It ain't a rapper in this booth
That you scaring

We been in the backyard
I been all day
Trynna find the old house
Put me in the hallway
Like we never rolled out
But you know all day
Yeah you know we hop out

If its one more lesson
If its one more blessing
Then it probably just be stressing me out
So I guess what I'm professing is
I probably need a vest
So give me that and then like seventy thou
I killed it Kennedy style
Proud of my enemies
Resenting me now
I need that energy infinitely
I spin it around
Getting sick of these enlisting thieves
Not hip to the sound
Who get on big TV's
Solve mysteries
Y'all piss in a gown
Or getting bitched as a clown
F*ck all that shit is about
I don't f*ck with these hoes
In my DM's for the clout
But got a bitch
That'll still stare at my lips when I pout
Like an eclipse
It's hit or miss
Like my bitch in the south
But got more hoes in the west
And I don't wear clothes to impress
I never cared about a logo
Except what's sewed to the chest
But I guess it's what they don't know though
Get heavy holding that S
And I got this bitch
And she grow bro
But see my road is a mess
Yeah I stress when I go home
She the best I get more dome
I ain't trynna flex
Why would I impress
I'm trynna manifest it quick
Like hold on
Deciding shit less
So why they been pressed
Cause I'm hitting next
And doing no wrong
Just signed to the Mets
So get in line with the bets
Break spines and the necks
Cold get a coat on

We been in the backyard
I been all day
Trynna find the old house
Put me in the hallway
Like we never rolled out
But you know all day
Yeah you know we hop out

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