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I'm from a place,
that's extremely deranged,
Ran by undercovers, snakes, rats,
And where the true people are caged,
We're the knackers,

Sober

Suga Free

The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant

2013

on snorkeling
Walk by my hotel room door and 
I'm sure you hear us bone and probably came the moment
And fuck a maid keeping knocking reorienting
She give me

Rich Homie babe

I'm Rich Homie babe

I'm so Rich Homie babe

I had to take my glasses off
'cause I couldn't see you and believe it
And my homie

the culture
It's kind of annoying but i'll demonstrate this elegance
Just save up every coin cause your two cents' been irrelevant
This gucci fanny pack's two

only communal way 
of making shit a union
put my soul these tunes
recluse
im changing moods with
music
you put 2 & 2 together
thats the 4mula for

Amiri, Dior on my feet
She here for the ballers she looking for me
We outside
Come hop in for me
I got that shit on I'm fly as could be
Fly as a tree
Fly

my head
That shit'll fuck you up but when together
All my demons they got no such luck
I'm distracted by that ass
I know you bout that action
Fucking

stupid you get kicked with that ooh shit
You are obsessing and dressing in Gucci
You are gesuip I be sipping a smoothie
I am a general now you salute me

Verse 1 (Grafh)

I'm the dope boy poster child but that shit was worth it
I made money then made it out nigga I did it perfect
Raised by killers with

chopsticks (grra, grra)
Ayy, I look up at the sky and it's dark than a bitch (dark)
'Cause I slide in the night if they wanna talk shit, bitch
Ayy, these

Aye I’m poppin my shit like a champagne cork
Showing off in tha whip ima switch that bitch to sport think I’m bout to lose the case I ain’t even go

Vs 1

Tried a huned (100) ways to get bau (by)
Somewhere long the way I lost trock (track)
Trapped inside a trans euphoric loop
Pain so deep enough

Vs 1

Tried a huned ways to get by
Somewhere long the way I lost track
Planted in a trans euphoric loop
Pain so deep enough to make you laugh

I was

her ex nigga trippin
So I ride around with the smithen
Catch em at the light on that tough shit
Let off three shots then I’m dippin
She went to Howard

locks
She calling me money machine
She know that I handle a lot
Got a honey by the name of Mary Jane
And She got me thinking out the box
I met a venda

list
Yo I guess this means I'm restless
Looking for the night and getting on some next shit
But who with me on shot number 9
On my way to 50 found my

while the world was lookin
U wanna win put boobie in
Doobie lit just chillen im gucci fit
Im Usually wit real niggas an sum groupie chicks
Uzi clip like

fight fist fight
Protect from the world that left her bleak and uptight
By her Gucci Prada fendi some slight
You say I'm spending money on some ex-dike

get searched 
Yeah you'll get searched
No it ain't safe 
In the dance
Look so calm
But im burse
Flow so cold 
Flow so ill
Need a nurse
Not by chance

Yeah, Aha, Yeah
Solo!
Solo Vic vs. The Universe man
Shit always gon' happen
But I make it happen, that's the thing
You see
Uh
I'm from where

rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple

intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight

didn’t have it to shop
Now I could flex in the spot
Vetements cost me a lot counting blue faces I get by the knots
I’m getting back to the old me
She gave

the same to me girl like you shawty
Stayed up together, your Gucci, Margiela
We’re fucking not fighting, don’t waste my time
I right my wrongs but I’m