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Lyrics From Snippet I'm not no hyperpop ass kid, bitch, I done it all Poppin' Xans, sniffin' heroin and Fentanyl Too many times I seen my fuckin' mother cry But I can't let her down, I swear I'm gonna fly I gave up half my life to make three hundred racks Ever since I got a bag I'm never going back I used to sit outside the trap house waiting for a pill Now I shop at Saks and drop a bag, like, fuck the bill I produce all my shit, you can't sound like me And you can't do this on your own, without the industry I swear your goats be my sons, they look up to me I'ma prove that I'm the one, bitch, I know it's me