Текст песни
I'm
singing,
grinning,
winning,
You're
clinging,
flipping
chicken
I'm
all
in,
it's
already
written
Plot
thickening,
the
juice
trickling
You're
just
in
it
for
Mula,
glory,
women
It
ain't
safe
with
y'all
Won't
catch
me
slipping
365
days,
honing
my
craft,
I
been
putting
work
in
now
u
want
a
bite
U
best
know
ur
place,
u
say
got
my
back,
then
u
want
some
credit
for
the
shit
I
write
Fall
22',
called
my
man
duke,
I
could
feel
he
knew
we
never
needed
u
But
still
we
wanted
troops,
but
ur
just
a
fluke
Falcons
don't
do
falklands
or
fight
for
a
can
of
soup
Ain't
bout
the
money,
if
ur
my
friend
friend
friend
friend
friend
friend
Don't
be
so
chummy
just
for
m's
m's
m's
m's
m's
m's
Talk
it
out
fore
it
gets
gross,
How
did
u
even
get
that
close?
Breaking
in
never
gave
u
the
keys,
but
falcons
be
protecting
the
keep
Vultures
around
me
waiting
to
feast,
but
I'm
too
alive
I
will
call
you
out
if
I
must,
I
ain't
sitting
at
the
back
of
the
bus,
want
me
on
my
knees
but
I'm
done
trynna
please
Fuck
that,
I'm
above
that,
I'm
too
dangerous,
in
my
rucksack,
got
a
49,
an
Apollo
I
ain't
no
bully
but
I'll
take
ur
lunch
pack
Press
me,
try
to
impress
me,
send
ur
lapdogs
To
my
wolfpack,
oozing
loyalty,
pay
the
lawyer
fees,
this
is
bigger
than
u
and
ur
drum
rack
Ain't
bout
the
money,
if
ur
my
friend
friend
friend
friend
friend
friend
Don't
be
so
chummy
just
for
m's
m's
m's
m's
m's
m's
Talk
it
out
fore
it
gets
gross,
How
did
u
even
get
that
close?
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