Plu Gee - Marting Luther King

Just like, Luther King. I wake up and strike
No, I can't beef on the internet I'm Swae Lee to shit. I got no type
I got a Cartier eye. My buddy like Popeye. He got his pipe
I'm blowin' zot smoke right out the balcony. I'm tryna jump out the sky
Know I'm a skyboy, pipe down. No, I'm siked out, lights out
OD off a perk, and die lit. I spint a hellcat , Im at flight risk
I can feel all the horses like white dick
Cause my racks are dead. Put some money on his head
Cause these racks are dead. You got blood on your money
You gotta dodge the feds. Scam a M inside your bank account you knew trap was dead
I never forget my ratchet. My G lock sexy red
You run off too far with that pack. I gotta kill your dad
They send shots at your mother, auntie and your brother
Your sister and your cousins
That stick on me when I'm clubbing. I'm popping my shit, I'm humbling
The hellcat, is geeked McLoving. The coop G-class Ombudsman
On the bay, just like Tristan. My VVs are glistening
Like I'm Martin Luther King. I want sell a bitch a dream
I seen my classmates on glass. I think she turned to a fiend
Rip, to Dr.Sebi. We got bananas and beans
Luther King. I wake up and strike
Man, no I can't beef on the internet . I'm Swae Lee to shit. I got no type
I got a Cartier eye. My buddy like Popeye. He got a his pipe
I'm blowing zot smoke right off the balcony. I'm trying to jump out the sky
Know I'm a skyboy, pipe down. Know, I'm siked out , lights out
OD off of perk, and die lit. I spint a hellcat, I'm at flight risk
I can feel all the horses like white dick

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