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[Verse 1] I'm sorry, I can't contain myself If you hear hell's bells start to roar Be sure to say yourself If you hear hell's bells start to ring I've got no sympathy As I'm shifting through the gears And it all costs a quid Got a whole lot of it And it's all that you want, so put your dog on a leash And back it up, baby, bring it back its way I fucked you up, yeah, I fucked this track up, then I let it play I'm making my bank look rich You know I ain't got no hundred livin' yet shit You might have heard of this, it's called 45 And I probably got you bitch somethin' on my dick While we chillin' high I'll be blowing clouds Bitch, you're in your mom's house How's, how does that sound? Take a seat, pass around I'll sell my sound I'm coming round [Verse 2] I'm just trying to get my head straight From all the drugs that I'd take Straight away smoke like I'm alive again Hello, come and smoke and bake If you ain't smoking, go and just walk away Before I blow it in your face These dogs on a chain, watch me walk up late Don't care, really couldn't give a fuck As long as I get paid at the end of the day At the end of the day, these struggles made me stronger These hoes feel fire, I'm a crazy concrete jungle Watch me rise high, gaining on hustle strong Watch me rise