That boy say he a bandit, aye
Broke heart feelin abandoned, aye
Pray to God he livin in famine (famine), aye
Wanna pull up McClaren’, aye

Everybody look at em starin’(starin’), aye
Problem is he can’t stand it, aye
Feeling like a chief in Kansas, aye
Walking through the life of a bandit, aye

Vv’ my wrist, mmhm
Wish I could get, mmhm
Wanna’ be rich, mmhm
Gucci my stitch, mmhm

Walking through life alone(alone), yea
Feeling like a dog no bone(no bone), aye
Feeling like we living in hell
God tell me is this home

Aye, Makin my moves in silеnce
Don’t even wanna start no violеnce
Gotta’ pretty girl with no mileage
They try me only in private

Put it on but I got no stylist
Fly cat but I’m not no pilot
Bet my ice can change that climate
Kicking it like I stay at the Hyatt
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