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I'm not the same kid you know from Marsh Pointe

Shit changes but I'm still a lost boy

I'm gonna jump, I'm gonna bounce, hop boing

Y'all at Marsh Pointe never worried about cops knowing

Thinking back, y'all were some rich white kids

And half those bitches were on some heavy dyke shit

Y'all were so rich it seemed like I had nothing

While y'all were stunting, I was fronting

And that Janie bitch was heavy bugging

Tried to fake it til' I made it, fuck it

Trying to turn this shit into something

I get it if y'all don't trust it

Now I feel freer than 070

If they disrespect my name let me know

I need that G.O.O.D. Music greenlight, ready, set, go

Already on those 7 tracks though

Someone let Ye know, I'm going thanos

Fry these motherfuckers like a cut potato

Make half of these rappers unstable

I'm gonna shape this shit like Play-Doh

911, he's going insane yo

Did I do it all in vain? No

Wanna bite my style? Drink some draino

That beat in the casket, I went fatal