I'm on that bodybuilder shit like I'm the strongest
Nice boy Bryce Boy
Projecting my problems
Acting Like a Viceroy
Yeah I'm up to something
Oh you think a white boy can't handle shit you stomach
But I can really run it
Caught a fade and then I won it
Pussy didn't really want it
Ima stunna Young thug
No dress up No Thuga
Getting numb as the problems grow
Used to be on honor roll
Now I'm living dishonorable
Inhaling marijuana smoke
I barely ever say shit
Sketchy mother f*cka
I be hiding my location
Living underground
Under pavement
No basement
No payment
I make shit that's raw
You embracing some vultures
Your culture was robbed
Now I'm taking off with it
You bitches watching it
I'm heading for the top a bit
You heading for the opposite
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I'm on that bodybuilder shit like I'm the strongest
Nice boy Bryce Boy
Projecting my problems
Acting Like a Viceroy
Yeah I'm up to something
Oh you think a white boy can't handle shit you stomach
But I can really run it
Caught a fade and then I won it
Pussy didn't really want it
Ima stunna Young thug
No dress up No Thuga
Getting numb as the problems grow
Used to be on honor roll
Now I'm living dishonorable
Inhaling marijuana smoke
I barely ever say shit
Sketchy mother f*cka
I be hiding my location
Living underground
Under pavement
No basement
No payment
I make shit that's raw
You embracing some vultures
Your culture was robbed
Now I'm taking off with it
You bitches watching it
I'm heading for the top a bit
You heading for the opposite
Nice boy Bryce Boy
Projecting my problems
Acting Like a Viceroy
Yeah I'm up to something
Oh you think a white boy can't handle shit you stomach
But I can really run it
Caught a fade and then I won it
Pussy didn't really want it
Ima stunna Young thug
No dress up No Thuga
Getting numb as the problems grow
Used to be on honor roll
Now I'm living dishonorable
Inhaling marijuana smoke
I barely ever say shit
Sketchy mother f*cka
I be hiding my location
Living underground
Under pavement
No basement
No payment
I make shit that's raw
You embracing some vultures
Your culture was robbed
Now I'm taking off with it
You bitches watching it
I'm heading for the top a bit
You heading for the opposite
Writer: Bryce Alford
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