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Chick

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Chick

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Why you look like that? (he looks crazy as fuck)

He look crazy as hell

But he dress well (oh my God)

Why his face look puff?

Why he look like that? (you look like a)

Why your hair like that? (like a chipmunk or something)

Why your teeth like that? (or like a prairie dog)

Why your cheeks like that?

I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircut

Short but tall enough to ride every ride so it's fair enough

Teeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreens

My attitude is bit like, a psys- fuck!

You mean a psychopath

I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot

I'm in the backyard hiding out like I'm bigfoot and I won't cater to you

Yeah I am not carrabba's, and I ain't taking orders

Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you

To do what you do despite all the fuck you's

Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back

'Til you're shittin' on the toilet with grammys in your lap

Niggas talk a lot of shit, in a safe place

Aiming with they keyboard, they shootin' uppercase

I'm booking tour dates, money in the suitcase

Commander and the chief like, barack hussein

Same nigga, two names, I am onto new things

Flying out of houston, lemme say a few things

I don't give a fuck about you or your screen name

I'ma be a star even if I say the same things

Cause them same things keep me on the wavelengths

I dropped another verse, so you gon' have to pay me

Glock with no safety, seen niggas on the pavement

Over gang affiliations, guns with extensions

Seeing niggas get anxious, all these internet gangstas

I'm running outta patience, nigga, stick to your day shift

And watch what you're saying, and please keep praying

Cause niggas talk big 'til that price on their head

I feel these voices always drown out all the noise in the room

They don't employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoon

Another number in a line ready to march into tombs

I ain't the one to assume, I put the coon in tycoon

We colonizing the moon, I see you look to the sky

And start to wish it was you, sometimes I wish I was me

Sometimes I'm watching my life

I'm dissociated from what eats my heart up at night

Sleep on a cloud of my strife

I ain't afraid of the heights, they all afraid to appall

I'm just afraid of exciting being a trip to the mall

I need a summer to fall, I need a winter to spring

Got all these seasons within me, building a story to sing

Don't need a dollar to dream, I need a billion in facts

I need a trillion in wealth, y'all niggas need to relax

I wanna build up the culture, they wanna dream in the trap

I took the zoom off my lens, and I saw the world in my lap

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag

I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag

Keep the sand in the

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