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at the venue
Filled with model hoes
College shows, smoking grade A, honor roll
Bad broad, light skinned
Hood niggas, white friends
And I ain't gotta talk much

hardcore and that pure on my menu
Got another bunch up do another dab
Now we smoke up the venue

Wax up, wax up smoking 'til I pass out

Take one hit of this

folks, of course,
tastemakers of the post-apocalypse. Poke at the corpse
of a venue, a wandering bard will emerge,
trade you for a battery charge

you needing dough, hit up a Papa Johns
Keep it Wright like Dizzy songs
I'm busy tryna make a million
Never stopping till I'm really on
Till my team can

Betty Wright said without pain there isn't gain/
Different context but message relay the same/

Look, times where hope was a foreign language to most/

a caller, caller
What's your name? Hello? Caller, we live!
Nigga, what that?
Listen, Hang that shit up, Dizzy Wright
Talk to em, Dizzy! Go ahead, baby!
Vegas!