[Chorus]
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got 30 cars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
[Verse 1]
Sittin' in my driveway that still ain't paved
With a million dollars worth of cars from the songs I made
Starin' straight into the sun in a sun-baked daze
My face burnin' and peelin' just because I spit flames
And lately I've been in nothin' but an abundance of rage
A roid-ragin' animal 'bout to break out of a small cagе
And I'm feelin' anger levels that I'vе never experienced
And lyrics have been nothin' but bombs and the atmospherics fear it
One motherfuckin' click like I don't wanna hear it
While the angry me inside is yellin', jumpin', and cheerin'
I wanna drive chop-tops and not them old school cars
I mean spontaneously combust into a Super Sport Nova star
[Chorus]
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got 30 cars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got 30 cars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
[Verse 1]
Sittin' in my driveway that still ain't paved
With a million dollars worth of cars from the songs I made
Starin' straight into the sun in a sun-baked daze
My face burnin' and peelin' just because I spit flames
And lately I've been in nothin' but an abundance of rage
A roid-ragin' animal 'bout to break out of a small cagе
And I'm feelin' anger levels that I'vе never experienced
And lyrics have been nothin' but bombs and the atmospherics fear it
One motherfuckin' click like I don't wanna hear it
While the angry me inside is yellin', jumpin', and cheerin'
I wanna drive chop-tops and not them old school cars
I mean spontaneously combust into a Super Sport Nova star
[Chorus]
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got 30 cars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin'
Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the prescience is my yard
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