M.R.P THE SLAPSTATION

Lyrics

Let's have a toast, I ain't even tryna boast
Still in the game, n***a I do the f***ing most
Bitch, I get ghosts, over fam or money, you get toast
I'm quarterbacking, all you gotta do is hit the post

West Coast, just in case you didn't know
We be having earthquakes and shit, never know when it's time to go
Keep mines on me everywhere I go, paper chasing, that's for sho
Need this song right here to blow, I need like 50K to show

F*** that eenie, miney, moe, I ain't letting shit go
So make sure mine don't come up short, this ain't Facebook
F***ing with my social, you gon' get yo ass poked
Over mines, I get stoked, ain't no time for no jokes

We gon' grind, we gon' dine when it's time, we gon' smoke
In my own lane, you get left behind in my smoke
It's the kold game, n****s who be lyin', should get smoked
It's the kold game, n****s who be lyin', should get smoked

In my own lane, you get left behind in my smoke
It's the kold game, n****s who be lyin', should get smoked
In my own lane, you get left behind in my smoke
It's the kold game, n****s who be lyin', should get smoked

In my own lane, you get left behind in my smoke
It's the kold game, n****s who be lyin', should get smoked
In my own lane, you get left behind in my smoke
It's the kold game, n****s who be lyin', should get smoked

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