Yeah, I need a 100 pack Gave that ♥♥♥♥♥ 200, took my 100 back Run the the city like I’m Chapo We ain’t never seen ’em, that’s a John Doe Keep a burner in my sock drawer Rollin’ up the kush on the top floor Who the fairest of ’em all I be running ♥♥♥♥ like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ marathon Yeah, see the gold in [?] charm heavy These haters see me, make they palms sweaty If you diss me I go Tom Petty ♥♥♥♥ the ♥♥♥♥ up out you ♥♥♥♥♥, you not ready All my homies, they be militant ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ on my rod like a fisherman They wanna lock me up, I’m tripping man Someone go and tell the judge that I’m innocent

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