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Tomorrow, tomorrow
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow The way we living today
Dreads hang on designer everything Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander ***
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, it's insane Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done seen
It look clean when you pour it; I remix it make it dirty If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her "hurry"
This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now young n-ggas fed up Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously. You a ***, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya -- head doctor I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop top, head bopping
Grams to Grammys, two guns Yosemite N-ggas put their Glock on your ***, f-ck that Heather B
Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling I be somewhere settling, somewhere that you have never been
To the top you never been, you might need a respirator Money on the rise like I'm counting on a elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas Put the rocket on that ma'f-cka prosecutor
This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you I'm so fly I jumped out the air wearing Gucci (Tell 'em!)
I'm raw, talking California Rolls Smoking California weed with California hoes (Truu!)
Sending flicks to my partners in the state pen I just got some pants made out of snake skin
See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans And the shades I got on cost a band