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Young Bobby Kennedy, bitches gon remember me
Sippin on my remedy, feelin like Im seventeen
Keep me in your memories, motherfuck a prayer
You dont need a God when youre this fuckin rare
Women by the pair, drugs in the air
Backwood Boy, white skin, long hair
Pager on my hip, razor on my dick
Its best you come equipped if you steppin to the pimp
I dont need rims, cause I dont need a whip
Nineteen years, I aint got a license yet
Id rather that a bitch drive, Im a just smoke
Lean my seat back, feet up, blowin Os
Bitch thats SESH, blunts to the neck
Dollar store white tee, ninety-nine cents
Bitch I am a legend, you are just a peasant
Black marble floors when Im house shoe steppin