Riding my bike down the street
Pull up with the heat
Not a gat but that hot lunch
Carrying that 9
Oz capri sun
Me and the squad balling
on a sunday
we worshipping the playground
ring around the rosary
(normal speech :hey climb that pole man)
Ay I while we hang
I spot the finest thing
Skinny and tall with the wang
Dangling chains that sang
Songs to me
Normal pitched up speech: climb me man im so cool
I climb like tarzan
Monkey and skinny
No muscle but I make up with the brain (bran)
2 feet up and I feel like the DJ
Khaled
(cut)
im suffering from success
Dizzy like the vertigo up my mind
Too vertical and i start to mind
Dang these hands of mine
Dont feel so good
Let go and 2 feet was 6
Dont need no tricks
To show the fall really really hurt
Ow (loud)
(echoes)
Dont feel so good
My head is spinning
Like top but im not winning
Losing consciousness and moral is
(Cut off)
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