Lyrics:
you you you I can never relax Haunted by the pre-packs Yeah I can make a neat stack But my mind is a fleabag Motel you'd never stay at Where every bed
people against things and not against each other. Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves. They're the great British mistake. The genie's
against each other. Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves. They're the great British mistake. The genie's out of the bottle, call in
wraps, no I don't fuck around with no pre-packs I just left town but I'll be back, take it right back to Rado where the weed at Fuck holding onto the past,
a mismatch Nigga got more talent than pre-packs PreRolled while riding this E class You want New Mali That's big Tax… I don't wanna repeat that syntax Don't
know sumn Them poles dumping Talking out his neck Stretchem head and toe touches I just showed gang they homie Told that ninja this that pre-pack Onna
Checking in I love you, Flynn New joint, it came in a prepack. I'm making my money, my links stacks These niggas, they talk like they on crack.
this green shit on my lip I'm smoking this prepack out the zip Why you asking bout what I'm saying I want the payment this how I live I come through take
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