My World

Chuckyy

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    I walk this earth all by myself
    I'm doing drugs, but they don't help
    My voice is nothing when I'm screaming out for help
    I stretch my hand, but my grip just gives out

    This shit like Simon Says, what I say go, my glizzy be doin' the most
    Wherever you catch me, I'm totin', a handshake cool, but I leave that shit on the floor
    Smokin' on dope, no choke, another nigga died, I know, this shit no joke
    In every CG, I'm the goat, New York plane sunk a metal thing out of my coat
    These niggas be tough on posts, I catch him in person, make his ass stunt that quote
    Take a pretty bitch to Maestro, we ride in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
    SRT burnt out on the last chase we made, done wrapped that pole
    And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that, I act slow

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    One body, that ain't shit, my lil' brother upped seven souls (yeah, that)
    GLE cruise controllin', car empty, I need some more (yeah)
    I walk the world by myself 'cause I did this shit all alone (myself)
    I don't talk on no jail calls, I'll see you when you get home (get ready)
    Draco, it go through bones
    Goddamn, my pockets strong (strong)
    And when I see my cologne (zone), we can link, get it on (on)
    She just want me to bone and put her name in my song (yeah, that)
    Super slime, I can't trust nothin', that's why I'm rockin' this Chrome (Chrome Heart)
    Chrome Heart, 8K a pair, I gotta slow down on the jeans (jeans)
    V12, but it's a Maybach, move fast and slow off the lean (s) low)
    I can't go off IG pictures, catfish a real fuckin' thing
    On the opps, should take a piss, they in a crib somewhere off a bean
    All my handguns got a beam 'cause I be out late night with heat
    Just because we went to school and I got rich don't mean we teams
    Hol' on, slow the car down, I think that's him, it's all on me (right now)
    I'm LV till my feet up, last night, I went all Ricky (again)
    Backshot, you run from me (right now)
    After hits, pour up lean (mhm)
    Stevie, no one can see us, judge us, not a fuckin' thing
    Foenem bailed out the back so quick, you die before you fuckin' blink
    I just want my fuckin' lean, the drank man actin' like a dweeb

    This shit like Simon Says, what I say go, my glizzy be doin' the most
    Wherever you catch me, I'm totin', a handshake cool, but I leave that shit on the floor
    Smokin' on dope, no choke, another nigga died, I know, this shit no joke
    In every CG, I'm the goat, New York plane sunk a metal thing out of my coat
    These niggas be tough on posts, I catch him in person, make his ass stunt that quote
    Take a pretty bitch to Maestro, we ride in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
    SRT burnt out on the last chase we made, done wrapped that pole
    And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that, I act slow

    Oh-oh, oh-oh
    Oh-oh, oh-oh
    Oh-oh, oh-oh
    Oh-oh, oh-oh

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