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[Chorus]
Yeah, I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid
Yeah, I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid
Hol' up, man, like, I was in the coupe switchin' lanes
Man, okay, like, diamonds on my neck, they be skatin'
[Verse]
Okay, like, save me from depression
'cause my life got no direction
Split my days just like my pills and fuck it up all in my section
Okay, like, wake up, fucked up
Don't give a fuck, like, what you want?
What you on? Feeling numb
Okay, like, pressure ripped the fuckin' nerves out my brain
Tell me how do I maintain, a fucked up broad day
For certain ways, I just can't kill me
And if you feel me, this the real me
Yeah them fuck niggas, they doubt it
But we flexin' for the city
I got the world up on my back
I'm right here floating off this fifty
Ayy, Rex, my brother, that's my twin
Taking trips down memory lane
I wasn't shit, you wasn't with me
Ayy, I'm a dead man walkin'
Lord forgive me where I'm sinnin'
Leave a dead man walkin'
I'm the baron, all up in it, boy
Yeah, I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid
Yeah, I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid
Hol' up, man, like, I was in the coupe switchin' lanes
Man, okay, like, diamonds on my neck, they be skatin'
[Verse]
Okay, like, save me from depression
'cause my life got no direction
Split my days just like my pills and fuck it up all in my section
Okay, like, wake up, fucked up
Don't give a fuck, like, what you want?
What you on? Feeling numb
Okay, like, pressure ripped the fuckin' nerves out my brain
Tell me how do I maintain, a fucked up broad day
For certain ways, I just can't kill me
And if you feel me, this the real me
Yeah them fuck niggas, they doubt it
But we flexin' for the city
I got the world up on my back
I'm right here floating off this fifty
Ayy, Rex, my brother, that's my twin
Taking trips down memory lane
I wasn't shit, you wasn't with me
Ayy, I'm a dead man walkin'
Lord forgive me where I'm sinnin'
Leave a dead man walkin'
I'm the baron, all up in it, boy
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