i gotta get my guac up
that bitch ugly need makeup
i pull up in a lamb truck
and then i told em wassup
and then i took yo bitch its easy i guess im a hacker
i do not need no cheat codes, money balenciaga,
i’d love to get me real notes, not a counterfiet rocker,
infuse my food with thc, give me that rasta pasta,
no i’m not jamaican, nah, i am a curry baller
me and my bros we military, we dance with choppers,
she on her fours like literally, she got no manners,
i collect em like infinity stones, freaky and badder
if anybody ask you, say you don’t know what happened,
yes i’m the G O A T boy you can’t catch me lackin,
I spell my money as B I G cuz my money massive
and I am mr miyagi, cuz my flow like karate,
you know I do this by myself, I do it by my way,
fuck my haters, i feel like a barber, come get a free fade
and my bitches lile bitches too, yeah they really go both ways,
man i always had this spark, and these drugs are like propane
please do not get me started, i was broke and I was falling,
i hate fake friends, i’m only pickin up when business callin,
you can break both my legs, best believe i’d still be balling
but I welcome you to try, cuz i know you not on shit boy yeah i know that you be lying, 
I’m so busy takin fit pics, I’m out here getting fly,
in the stu, i make a couple hits each session, spittin fire,
after that I get to rollin up it’s time to get high,
and that’s that one thing I do to celebrate my life
i’m blessed, and i bling, i had to put my wrist on ice
look me in my eye, you gon find money on my mind
i really don’t sleep im in the stu i don’t get tired
i put ts on god like yeat, you do not livë dis lÿfe
like 24/7 i stay clean but i dirty my sprite
this broke boy on his ig postin bout me gettin likes
why you stay hatin on me when you runnin outta time
i think i just ended your career, go ‘head resign

CHEAT CODES

FARITH