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[verse 1]

three bad b-tches and an ounce of weed
i’ll f-ck around and smoke a pound a week
you’ll f-ck around and smoke a pound of weak
i get buns you beat your meat

what you talking bout boy you don’t know my name
steady sleeping on me like novocain
i should come through and just sn-tch your chain
i ain’t really hood but i’ll sn-tch your dame

david blaine we disappear
when the money comes i reappear
when the groupies come you know i’m near
from limbo b-tch like a langalear

steven king how appropriate
cuz i’m shining on you lil b-tch
that’s a jack nick you jack sh-t
don’t b-mp lips i run this

now you know i don’t play around
geronimo it’s going down
speaking of your girl here is here
and you know that she’s going down

na you ain’t got no culture mother f-cka
you ain’t ever left h-town bro
you da man at arlos though
but you ain’t ever had no foreign hoes

you a baller though on minimum wage
you walk around like you getting paid
you ain’t got chips you less you getting lays
you look homeless to boy you need a raise

hold up, i ain’t consigning your facetiousness
your att-tude is really where what your weakness is

[hook]

now glow on, glow on
glow on, glow on, glow on
the lights about to go off
glow on, glow on, glow on
glow on, now glow on
the lights about to go off you little b-tch

[verse 2]

i’m tired of all the hugging sh-t
tired of all this loving sh-t
you acting like you my husband b-tch
but you acting like buggin’ b-tch

pretentiousness leads to arthur fist
but listen there’s an art to this
and we pull from the same market list
and you don’t want no part of this

i can hold my ground to any local
that’s making beats or laying vocals
and we all know i k!ll sets
like i stepped on stage with a loaded tech

why come around and gimme dap
smile in my face then call me wack
no excuses i know the facts
i still don’t know what’s up with that

no i don’t got no love for you
if your bleeding out i got no blood for you
we used to act like we was brothers too
as a matter dude i’ve had enough of you

im getting money it’s shine time
what time is its grind time
its my time enjoy mine from the side line
you’ve been side lined

and f-ck the press that’s throwing shade
at any of my homies on the real
here’s the deal you should chill
you fat little f-ck now you know how it it feels

o-m-g
you don’t want me saying names
there’s a 100 of us out here
and we feel the same

[hook]

now glow on, glow on
glow on, glow on, glow on
the lights about to go off
glow on, glow on, glow on
glow on, now glow on
the lights about to go off you little b-tch

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