The whole world's turning backwards
As I roll up my Backwoods
Still never turned a tassel
Can't die till I earn a statue
No, No
I feel like smoking doja
I always feel like smoking doja
I never seem to have a lighter though
Aw man fuck it then
Light the stove up
Consistently I'm willing to do
Like Mr. T
I pity the fool that mentions me
(?) the price
This shit too sweet
It's meant to be
Y'all waiting on my shit like Christmas Eve
I realign everything mentally
And everything I put receives censory
I'm counting up
Every single blessing He sent for me
So we...
Serving it
Can't slow me down
Duct tape to the gas
Boost rate to the cash

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