[Intro: Bladee]
Let's fucking go
[Verse 1: Bladee]
I used to be Luke with the force
That boy don't live here anymore
That boy was never into sports
I carried the Olympic torch
Please don't get too close, you might get scorched
White Havaianas and some shorts
They think I'm stealin' in this store
I'm winnin' dirty boy awards
All white, it's Snow White, seven dwarves
Lucky Luke, came out winning wars
Did this ten years, how many more?
When I retire, burn the corpse
Am I the freshest? Yes, of course
But it'll never be like before
Don't even know what I want anymore
Life has the chance through any storm
The money never made me happy, but it never made me sad
This shit had never made a difference, but, shit, I carry the flag
They tried to trick me, man, it's tricky when you collectin' heavy bag
I had to kill a couple millions in they face, it make me laugh
[Verse 2: Thaiboy Digital]
I had to kill a couple mil' just to kick back here and chill
And while I'm rollin' up this blunt, I'ma tell you how I feel
My life is the one that I choose, steppin' in Christian Loub'
Young Thaiboy, I don't read no book, I pull up the bank and go to the moon
It be blood, sweat, and tears on the way
But I got the eyes on the prize anyway
So no need to roll the dice anymore
To me, it's some kind of a life anyway
So I hop in and roll, on go with the rack
Thirty for a show, I spend it right back
I feel like Montana, I'm shipping the bag
I feel like Jeff Bezos when I'm in the bank
Let's fucking go
[Verse 1: Bladee]
I used to be Luke with the force
That boy don't live here anymore
That boy was never into sports
I carried the Olympic torch
Please don't get too close, you might get scorched
White Havaianas and some shorts
They think I'm stealin' in this store
I'm winnin' dirty boy awards
All white, it's Snow White, seven dwarves
Lucky Luke, came out winning wars
Did this ten years, how many more?
When I retire, burn the corpse
Am I the freshest? Yes, of course
But it'll never be like before
Don't even know what I want anymore
Life has the chance through any storm
The money never made me happy, but it never made me sad
This shit had never made a difference, but, shit, I carry the flag
They tried to trick me, man, it's tricky when you collectin' heavy bag
I had to kill a couple millions in they face, it make me laugh
[Verse 2: Thaiboy Digital]
I had to kill a couple mil' just to kick back here and chill
And while I'm rollin' up this blunt, I'ma tell you how I feel
My life is the one that I choose, steppin' in Christian Loub'
Young Thaiboy, I don't read no book, I pull up the bank and go to the moon
It be blood, sweat, and tears on the way
But I got the eyes on the prize anyway
So no need to roll the dice anymore
To me, it's some kind of a life anyway
So I hop in and roll, on go with the rack
Thirty for a show, I spend it right back
I feel like Montana, I'm shipping the bag
I feel like Jeff Bezos when I'm in the bank
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