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[Verse] 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 off the leash And back it up, baby, bring it back his way I fucked you up, like I fucked this track up, then I let it play I'm making my bank look rich and you know I ain't got no hunger living yet, shit You might have heard of this, it's called Forty-Five And I probably got you bitch suckin' on my dick while we chillin' high I be blowin' clouds, big trip in your mom's house Ouch, how does that sound? Take a seat, pass around I'll sell my sound, I'm coming 'round [Chorus] I'm just tryin' get my head straight from all the drugs that I'd take Straight away smoke like I've had it away Hello, come in, speak, man, you better smoke 'cause that's walk away Before I blow it in your face, these dogs on the chain Watch me go 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 and we'll quickly conquer Jungle watch me go upside, gain on hustle strain Watch me rise