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Take a look at yourself, its crystal clear what you want, but not who you are yet It's all a fantasy baby, kill time, jump from the Hollywood sign Call her up on a Saturday night, talk shit about all your friends again Internet cafe Internet cafe Internet cafe I'm feeling nostalgia from things that never happened to me, I think this is all a dream Talking to my plants as a form of reality, but it won't stop this feeling Lately this world's felt like a movie and i'm just watching It's all a fantasy baby, kill time, and fake your suicide Call her up on a Saturday night, the numbers not recognised Internet cafe Internet cafe Internet cafe

Im like damn I ain't DeMarco but i keep a mac Boy you a bitch worry about your bag Talkin' that shit better watch your back UAV find out where you at Smokin his pack smokin on that loud Big ass Glock clappin' like a crowd You can not hang boy you not allowed He not a bro had to take him out I ain't DeMarco but i keep a mac Boy you a bitch worry about your bag Talkin' that shit better watch your back UAV find out where you at Smokin his pack smokin on that loud Big ass Glock clappin' like a crowd You can not hang boy you not allowed He not the bro had to take him out I got a bad bitch gettin' flirty Im in the back rooms gettin' sturdy Boy you a lame boy you pushin' 30 I got a bad bitch dancin' dirty Im in this bitch spinnin' through your block You outta time boy look at the clock He talkin' that shit he think that he hot He talkin' that shit get hit with that- I need blue faces got no time for new faces Talkin' get your crew faded blood stains on my shoe laces Talkin' alot say it wit your chest Im throwin the hands make that boy reflect Talkin' bout money but you makin' less How you the goat when i been the best Im like damn I ain't DeMarco but i keep a mac Boy you a bitch worry about your bag Talkin' that shit better watch your back UAV find out where you at Smokin his pack smokin on that loud Big ass Glock clappin' like a crowd You can not hang boy you not allowed He not a bro had to take him out I ain't DeMarco but i keep a mac Boy you a bitch worry about your bag Talkin' that shit better watch your back UAV find out where you at Smokin his pack smokin on that loud Big ass Glock clappin' like a crowd You can not hang boy you not allowed He not a bro had to take him out Im like damn i ain't DeMarco but i keep a mac Boy you a bitch worry about your bag Talkin' that shit better watch your back UAV find out where you at Smokin his pack smokin on that loud Big ass Glock clappin' like a crowd You can not hang boy you not allowed He not a bro had to take him out I ain't DeMarco but i keep a mac Boy you a bitch worry about your bag Talkin' that shit better watch your back UAV f-

Supreme, you're a bitch E-e-e-e- eysore Bitch, I keep the burner in the back seat They gon' have to catch me He running- running- running like a track meet Turn him to a athlete He think that he hard, Choppa' make him sing like Backstreet He just like to talk a lot but he won't ever at me Keep the burner in the back seat They gon' have to catch me He running- running- running like a track meet Turn him to a athlete He think that hе hard, Choppa' make him sing like Backstreet He just likе to talk a lot but he won't ever at me He won't ever at me, so we gon' hunt him down He think that he tuff until we fill him with a hunnid' rounds G-g-gasses in my blunt, loud as fuck, like surround sound He think he gon' blow up but this Choppa' gonna blow him down Take him off the map, smokin' thrax, he not coming back Talkin' 'bout reaptokyo but you know that we runnin' fast Whole gang winnin', touchin' down like a runningback He say he won't smoke with me like damn, you want none of that They been tryna' catch me but they can't, 'cause they too slow Tryna' be like me, you watchin' everything I do, bro They be tryna' take my swag, I guess that they think I'm too cold Yo' bitch hit my line, I think you gon'e need a new hoe Bitch, I keep the burner in the back seat They gon' have to catch me He running- running- running like a track meet Turn him to a athlete He think that he hard, Choppa' make him sing like Backstreet He just like to talk a lot but he won't ever at me Keep the burner in the back seat They gon' have to catch me He running- running- running like a track meet Turn him to a athlete He think that he hard, Choppa' make him sing like Backstreet He just like to talk a lot but he won't ever at me Keep the burner in the back seat They gon' have to catch me He running like a track meet Turn him to a athlete He think that he hard, Choppa' make him sing like Backstreet He just like to talk a lot but he won't ever at me