Turn this shit up, man

Fuck that other nigga, now I'm in control

Steady, already been ready, now fellas keep praying to my flows

I'm out of my soul

Fuck it, I got a whole nu console around this table

Mind lately been unstable, counting disgrace, countin' this paper

I'm just a faker

Talking 'bout money, talking 'bout drugs

Nothing major, hear the shaker, hear how the piano goes

With my eyes, Colorados blow, blowing to the satellites

Like I said back in that other song, little ice now froze

Balling up like I'm Messi

All black like I'm Pepsi

Sip, sip lot of drip lately, my niggas ain't talking no Steve Lacy

Fuck it damn no foux laecy

How present with that face he

Pussy so good no catfish pescao

Negratas se ponen de lao

Le dejemos el ojo morao

No se presentan en este culto, los dejamos borrao

Los dejamos borrao

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