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TommyGunI was 13 runnin' wild in the fuckin' streetsNow I'm 19 ridin' in some bucket seats Ramen noodles on the stove and the fridge empty Stomach growling, water boiling, bread lookin' tempting Take the garbage out, wrap it while I shut the can Drag it to the curb, drop it off, spark what's in my hand Young legend still I'm living like a peasant All I need is a mic and you know that I could bless you Gold doubloons on my neck spark her like the ocean When the sun hits the liquid in the early morning Long hair down my back like the white ranger Young tommy, gold body, eye of the tiger Casey Jones denim Cold banes flannel Fuck art, smoke blunts, do what's on your mental Never took opinions, only took my pencil I wrote team I wrote sesh and then they came together Ice cream hoody with the bathing ape shoes BBC bucket with some diamond dollar pantaloons 1932 ridin' in the model T, tommy gun up out the roof in case you tryna bother me They all hollerin', young Bones father me I get my belt I shut the door and teach 'em how it ought to be Questions like they auditing, young rap oddity They never heard a sound and seen a sight quite as hard as me And I don't be up on no rap shit I'm on that SESH shit, young night rat shit And I don't be up on no rap shit I'm on that SESH shit, young night rat shit |