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What's good Blerry? What's that, whatchu smoking
Not much Fatty Puss, just a spliff
Can I join in
Sure
Word, you look depressed
My car got repossessed and I got 40k in debt
Fuck that's wild, maybe we should change our style
We been on that sad boy shit for a while now
I'm just being real
They don't care about how you feel
People wanna dance, need a jam, need a hook
Hurry up and smoke
They don't need to hear about how we broke and under confident
That's how we grow
You gotta stack that dough and write a hit dawg, some baller shit
Sounds great- how
Let this sink in, pause and listen
I'm enlisted, what is it
Check this, they all wanna hear the same shit

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I'm living the dream
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Welcome to the story of a Venezuelan actor turned rapper
Scraping pennies from the bottom of the couch but
I been taking in what making money's all about so
Here's another story of a New York City sellout
Shouts to my people grim reaper
When I sell my soul make sure I'm famous for a week so
Everywhere I go they'll recognize me for my speech
I'll creep into your dreams while you sleep
To convince you what you need to feel complete
It's the capitalist fellow bumping in your backseat
Bump this

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Finally, something we can get behind
See a bitchass white rapper country club gangster
Codeine in my frappucin' semi dope fiend
Party hanging from a tree like lynch that cracker
Whoa Fatty Puss, calm down, or they gon kill you damn
Look, I just finished chilling with this weird old man
He said some shit that struck me as pretty wise
I was bumping our shit right beside him
He turned to me with a smile and said
Don't measure success by all the dollars in your pocket
True wealth lies in family and spirit, not objects
Sike, nigga! Hahahaha

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