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[Intro] I would like to Welcome everybody to Another episode of A man and his plants [Hook] Strike up the band (Yeah) Smack up your man (Yeah) Stack up the bands, all glory to God (God?) All glory to me (Yeah) Bitch, I ain't Chance, a man and his plants Corduroy pants Now I'm so grown I was so sick of American livin', I pack up my shit, disappear and I'm gone [Verse] I assassin down that avenue, thinkin' revenue Fingernails filthy from that cocaine residue Who am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to do? If you came up in that murder murder, you would feel me too Bulletproof vest when I ride (Ride) Long dark hair, brown eyes (Eyes) And the bullshit I survived Made me so cold inside So I turn up the heat and start bustin' A Pisces, I'm sent to the thuggin' (Yeah) And you can't back up all the shit that you talk But I can, you bitches not nothin', yeah So bring in the horns, the Devil reborn I was broken and torn, in love with the porn In love with the flesh, I look good in the mesh And leather and lace, groove with the murderin' pace Ending the early debates like Future who movin' the bass Smokin' these crates, I did it with gentleman's grace Give me the space to grow Lettin' you know that I'm in the zone Oh, you stackin' some bread like it's Jenga? Now I'm a latin pop singer (Yeah) My girl and my attitude meaner, huh Had to switch up my demeanor, two facin' like Harvey Dent You bent out of shape, I came out the gate with a rage All I be seein' these days, I've psychiced empires with blood on their hands and their fangs, look If you - think you - drainin' - me of - energy, you not I got - silver - bullets - loaded - up Every - liquid - shot, yeah Windows so big in my crib, my hope feel like a solar flare My aura beams are gold, I swear, stashed the drugs in tupperware Dancin' in the underwear, then bowin' some reggaeton Used to drink the wine alone in my solitary zone No Nirvana, a latin americana, got a thing for speaking spanglish, pero no entiendes nada Why even bother? Communication just killed us now They used to sleep on us, but oh, they feel us now [Bridge] I need to feel you now Need to feel you now Need to feel you now [Hook] Strike up the band (Yeah) Smack up your man (Yeah) Stack up the bands, all glory to God (God?) All glory to me (Yeah) Bitch, I ain't Chance, a man and his plants Corduroy pants Now I'm so grown I was so sick of American livin', I pack up my shit, just appear and I'm gone