[Intro]
You know, I could say some chill shit
But fuck all that
[Verse 1]
Bluff City born with a mic in my palm
I came up out the womb spitting in the rarest of form
Niggas wanna fly high, so they reason for wrong
In the city of the dead, we can sing now a song
Like Cities Aviv, printing and setting a theme that I
Dance through the streets, my steez remains proper
See every boy, every block so thorough
That my head tries to retire from the cold of the ghetto
Hell, fuck albums, Imma drop volumes
Be it these little mysteries or snorted-up valiums
And keep their heads moving by the motherfucking thousands, shit
In this 8-bit world, I'm Bowser
So astounding, standing on the top of the world
With a 40 so you niggas see clear
And Imma yell til this roof caves in and we all die in it, fuck everybody here
[Chorus]
So fuck - fuck everybody here
Fuck - fuck everybody here (x3)
Why should I let you fly? (x3)
Fuck you kids
You know, I could say some chill shit
But fuck all that
[Verse 1]
Bluff City born with a mic in my palm
I came up out the womb spitting in the rarest of form
Niggas wanna fly high, so they reason for wrong
In the city of the dead, we can sing now a song
Like Cities Aviv, printing and setting a theme that I
Dance through the streets, my steez remains proper
See every boy, every block so thorough
That my head tries to retire from the cold of the ghetto
Hell, fuck albums, Imma drop volumes
Be it these little mysteries or snorted-up valiums
And keep their heads moving by the motherfucking thousands, shit
In this 8-bit world, I'm Bowser
So astounding, standing on the top of the world
With a 40 so you niggas see clear
And Imma yell til this roof caves in and we all die in it, fuck everybody here
[Chorus]
So fuck - fuck everybody here
Fuck - fuck everybody here (x3)
Why should I let you fly? (x3)
Fuck you kids
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