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Alright, hold on | If I was bein' honest | I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day
Alright, hold on If I was bein' honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day And not skip a meal, I'm good I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like "Momma" "I ain't makin' minimum wage, momma" "I'm on, momma, I'm on" "Now I'm makin' 400, 600, 800K, momma" "To stand on my feet, momma" "Play these songs, it's therapy, momma" "They payin' me, momma" "I should be payin' them" I should be payin' y'all, honest to God I'm just a guy, I'm not a god Sometimes I feel like I'm a god, but I'm not a god If I was I don't know which heaven would have me, momma Let me run this bitch I'ma run it into the ground, momma, the whole galaxy God damn, fuck these lames, they don't want none Fuck these lames, they don't want none Fuck these niggas Fuck these niggas, they don't want none Fuck these niggas Fuck you niggas Fuck me if I hated on you I'ma stick around I'm gon' let my nuts hang Nigga, you got some just like me, don't you? Or maybe not just like me, you know I'm Africano Americano And even if you're half Japanese, roots run deep Family tree, throw a big shadow (Jammin' to the rhythm) Tech company, please gimme immortality (It's a face to face) I'm goin' rapidly, fadin' drastically (Keep me high, Castrati) (Punani fade the stress) Yeah, or pull the zip down Wet your lips first, lick the tip now (Bugatti left some stretch marks on that freeway) Smoke some'n (Marks on that freeway) They tryna find 2Pac Don't let 'em find 2Pac He evade the press He escape the stress La, da-da-da-da La, da-da-da-da La, da-da-da-da I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up I know you love to talk I ain't on your schedule I ain't on no schedule I ain't had me a job since 2009 I ain't on no sales floor You say I'm changin' on you I feel like Selena, they wanna murder a nigga Murder me like Selena You must ain't get the memo I don't cut bitches no more But your bitch my exception Come get her outta my four door I only got one four door Remember when I had that Lexus, no Our friendship don't go back that far Tyler slept on my sofa Yeah, niggas go back that far I ain't smoked all year This the last song, so I'm finna wipe that off Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar Ménage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke 'Cause this ain't no work day, she don't give head anyway 'Cuz what niggas say, that's what she tell her man What a difference distance makes Niggas want fight in the streets Now shit starting to make my hands hurt Jay hit me on the email, said I oughta act my net worth Dog, this is chess now, not fetch, I ain't runnin' for a nigga Ain't ran since track meet, that's the only time I ran from a nigga You could change this track now Could've changed this bitch a long time ago Know and know Know and know Shout out to Hollygrove, I'm from that 7th though Twins know and Lance know Clark know and Matt know Shit went 180 on me, please, run that back though You say some shit about me? Tuck a real sport, my nigga That shit happened the second time? 'Cause Mark saw both times, nigga, I only saw the first time That second time, Jerron was there, nigga On God, he grabbed me in circles, nigga And the, and the other nigga tried to pull me Oh yeah, Jerron told me you that your ass especially told him Yeah, 'cause the nigga tried to boom me in my face I had AD in a headlock, nigga (The first time I saw?), I had this nigga like— Make sure you speak up Okay What's your name? Ryan Yo, ayy be quiet, what's your name? What do you do? What's your first memory? The first word I learned to say or that I ever said What's the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed? (Uh, hell no) (You're not gon' make it, are you?) Friendship and how it controls the world Hahaha Alright, um What three superpowers do you wish you had? My bad, say it again Flying, contortion, to be invincible Alright, make sure you speak up (What's your name?) Maybe we can get a little— a little bit, little bit, little bit I wish I could sleep without, like, being dead But forever at the same time Yo, what, what's, what's the year 3000 going to look like? (Dog, stop, stop, what you mean, bro? Stop, stop) Or it could be great and shit can fly And buildings would be very, very tall and everybody won't know what the ground looks like That's fucked up (Excuse me) Chloe, shh, okay, start over Best thing about being me is I got a nice set of friends, feel me? A pretty clear mind, I feel like, sometimes What's the worst thing about being me? Probably, uh– Being Drake I think a lot, a lot, too much Sometimes I'm very musty Talents, got any secret talents? I don't think so, I'm pretty open with all, everything that I do Talents? Um, I can play the theremin Probably my brother, just to see how much work he has in one day Probably, uh, probably Tyler, his life seems pretty awesome No, actually, no, fuck him uh I don't know Probably Dill, 'cause he doesn't have to do anything at all Just sits inside his house What's your name? Sage Elsesser What do you do? I play soccer And I go to school Um, I wanna be better at skating Probably jump off something really high Super high and try to land in like a handstand or something Alright, that's it I don't know, there would be a lot of things I'll do Probably spend a lot of time with my family Spend a couple hours with my family and I would go out and do like everything that I ever thought about trying I don't know, there's a lot of things that you could do That's it How far is a light-year? How far is a light-year? (I'd say like a thousand years?)
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