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Tell the labels, if they're ready, we can do it how I want
Shorty said, "I'll follow back" and fully switched into a bop
And my homie dressed up nice, he tryna register a Glock
Up and down the road to riches, almost memorized the walk
Let me talk my talk, had to let 'em know
Hear the ground talkin' to me like I'm Edgar Allan Poe
Are you fuckin' with me, baby? That's a yes or no
And my fingers way colder than a stethoscope
Came out Western Mass', that means we'rе landlocked
My homiеs French-Canadian and Jеwish, we don't only rep thе shamrock
I'm rappin' 'bout the za', I really got them Xan's off
It used to be like 3 a.m., drivin' out to Randolph's
It used to be like 3 a.m., drivin' out to Randolph's
Hit the Dunkin, grab the key to use the bathroom
I can hear the Devil knockin' like he tryna sell a vacuum
He tryna sell a vacuum
With a big bag of money, girl, I'm colder than a classroom
(Money!)
Ha, I don't think they feel me
On the road to riches, 'bouta pop a wheelie
Gotta do my thing, I got a feeling it's gon' kill me
Every girl I dated knew the lyrics to a milli'
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