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You get fried like a perm if you wormin', you sherm
Put a price on your head and I'm makin' that purchase
I'm the man of my Derb, you a boy from the burbs
Boy, the life of the dirt ain't gonna ever be worth it
Beat the odds then I go buy mama a Birkin
Know some dirty bitches who will merk for that purse
Mama, sorry for times you was cryin' and hurtin'
Wanna crib in Morocco or a trip to the Turks
And I'm cryin' to God, but I know I ain't perfect
I be humble too much and I forget my worth
Got no heart or no soul, not no regular person
Lil Kami, RT, living hell on Earth
Got a Glock with a Dick, bitch, it's far from a virgin
Lotta bodies on bodies, someone call a nurse
Only speaking on money, she speakin' in cursive
Bitch, it's me versus the world, not no his and no hers

Try and test your luck with me, you get merked and put on a shirt
Casa boy raised in the dirt, this choppa fuck ya, make it squirt
This nigga wanna kick it with me, one wrong move and you get hurt
FN 5-7, disperse, we taught through ways to honor worth
I'm with AK and the squad, making music off perky's
You get hit with that Uzi, it's gon' take you vert
Treat the knock like it's Riri, the way that she working
She fucked the whole gang for a 2-star purse
2-star pants and some 2-star shirts, like bitch, this the brand
Stop calling it merch, 30K London, bitch, we breaking this curse
You can run and hide, but it's gon' make it worse
Hit Boston next day, I'm done with New York
Better get back then to sit back and be hurt
Had a talk with Satan when I was off yerks
It was me versus me in a dark universe
Behind every foreign, it still lay a hearse
Be aware of the mission, can't move in reverse
I don't wanna talk, got no time to converse

You get fried like a perm if you wormin', you sherm
Put a price on your head and I'm makin' that purchase
I'm the man of my derb, you a boy from the burbs
Boy, the life of the dirt ain't gonna ever be worth it
Beat the odds then I go buy mama a Birkin
Know some dirty bitches who will merc for that purse
Mama, sorry for times you was cryin' and hurtin
Wanna crib in Morocco or a trip to the Turks
And I'm cryin' to God, but I know I ain't perfect
I be humble too much and I forget my worth
Got no heart or no soul, not no regular person
Lil Kami, RT, living hell on Earth
Got a Glock with me, bitch, it's far from a virgin
Lotta bodies on bodies, someone call a nurse

So what's the word? It's up, I'm off so many drugs, I'm dozin' off
And with these girls, no trust, I know a couple moms that's willing to risk it all
Well, shit, who's willing to risk it all?
I dropped out of school 'cause the bag too small
Fuck critics, fuck rules, we don't live by law got killys from France Spain and Montreal