It be like that

February 23, 2020

Money gone with the wind
My mom will always make me win

I love the game so i shine

And my time makes me rhyme

A rainbow shining in the gray

My friends frown in dismay

Playboi Carit is what I play

But it be like that

Until you try to be Cray

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