Wth! - Intellectual

Ok is the hardest, I swear to god

W-we gon be ok

On god JB so fire

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I got cash for real, I got racks for real

I could tell off the rip that we won't match for real

Say you love me shorty, I pull up like, "what's the deal?"

They say they love me shorty, I pull up like, "what the hell?"

You were 'posed to be my friend

Can't trust nobody, but these blue benjamins

Yeah they lit me up, I just need my match again

Told them check me up, let's go start this match again

It's a iso, and bitch I'm in the fourth quarter

I-I'm not a ball hog, baby I'm a ball hoarder

Bitch I'm the top dawg, you collecting fucking quarters

I get my rocks off, doing shows and rocking tours

I get my rocks off, cracking ceils and cracking whores

I got my rocks off of popped a pill and pour four

She want money once again, I'm like, "oh of course"

And I'm sliding in the Benz, this is not a Porsche

Like Obi Wan Kenobi, bitch I use my force (Ok is the hardest, I swear to god)

Yes im white and I make money, I don't ride a horse (W-we gon be ok)

And my doors is suicidal, suicidal doors

And my hoe she suicidal, suicidal whores (On god JB so fire)