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Austin Richard Post POV
With everything that is going on with the cusdoty of Yasmeen being all over the internet, I decided to take her put for a fun day with her pappa.

My song 'sugar wraith' came on the radio and i turn it up. I look back at Yasmeen and I see her getting down dancing
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I started with an eighth, alright (alright)
And then I went and changed my life (my life)
I might take out the Wraith tonight (tonight)
Put your arms around me baby
I just want to fly, make it last before we die
And I know you want a ride
What's on your mind? What's on your mind?

And my '92 got doors like my Lambo
Spend my last paycheck on some ammo
We don't follow trends, rest in peace to Yamo
Your new shit sucks, I feel like Anthony Fantano
Saying I was broke last year, I can't go back there
Nicotine fiend, couldn't even buy a pack, yeah
She don't know my music, told her I ain't mad, yeah
Let her cut that coco on my platinum plaque, yeah (wow)
Cut my fingers on my bands, oh yeah
Cut my locker with some Xan, oh yeah
Count me my guala in advance, oh yeah
Backstreet diamonds, watch them dance on ya, yeah

I started with an eighth, alright (alright)
And then I went and changed my life (my life)
I might take out the Wraith tonight (tonight)
Put your arms around me baby
I just want to fly, make it last before we die
And I know you want a ride
What's on your mind? What's on your mind?

She don't want to spend all my dough
She gets paid to be a model
I take the lead, they just follow
Face it, you don't know what I know
Pull up, I got some' for ya
Something in my trunk for ya
But I got a good lawyer
They always try to come for ya

I'ma pull up in that Bentley with the fuckin' windows tinted
Depending how I'm feeling, take a drop of the extended
Think I'm showing signs of slowing, homie just forget it
I guess this what happens when you fucking handle business, yeah

I started with an eighth, alright (alright)
And then I went and changed my life (my life)
I might take out the Wraith tonight (tonight)
Put your arms around me baby
I just want to fly, make it last before we die
And I know you want a ride
What's on your mind? What's on your mind?

I was broke last year, I can't go back there
I was broke last year, I can't go back there
Got some lean and I went and lit a match yeah
Try to take the swagger, I know it for a fact

Pull up in that Bentley with the fuckin' windows tinted
Depending how I'm feeling, take a drop of the extended
Think I'm showing signs of slowing, homie just forget it
I guess this what happens when you fucking handle business, yeah

I started with an eighth, alright (alright)
And then I went and changed my life (my life)
I might take out the Wraith tonight (tonight)
Put your arms around me baby
I just want to fly, make it last before we die
And I know you want a ride
What's on your mind? What's on your mind?
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Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know my wrist be dancing crazy
Been on some fly shit lately
Used to be so damn patient
But now it's fuck you, pay me
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
Never let that money change me
Ain't the way my mama raised me
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?

200k and VVS, yellow diamonds
They wanna run up but they won't ever find me
Sit right next to the F&N, motherfuck the government
Sit down and I'm plottin'
100 bands on my body
Fuck with them boys, touch a body
Lil mama just want my pocket
'Rari take off like a rocket
Hold up, you too close
I don't know, I don't know ya
Had to run it, run it up
I will roll, I will roll ya
It's like how do you pop off
They all act like they know ya
And Young Post be like potluck
And they all love to blow ya, yeah

I know my wrist be dancing crazy
Been on some fly shit lately
Used to be so damn patient
But now it's fuck you, pay me
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
Never let that money change me
Ain't the way my mama raised me
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?

200, swerving, dipping, dodge on the highway
You make contain me but you won't ever stop me
On the way to my residence
Try message your boo again
She pull it, no problem
Yeah, sturdy inside of that Benz
Yeah, come take a tatt on my Bentley
Yeah, people acting too friendly man
They tryna get dividends
This shit is a problem
Yeah, you just be talking shit but ain't no minute man
Fucked your bitch and now you resent me
I know them people but they don't represent me
Them boys, man, we gon' make 'em all pay
They will never stop the plan
Haters jumping on my hand
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Bust it open
Holy moly

I know my wrist be dancing crazy
Been on some fly shit lately
Used to be so damn patient
But now it's fuck you, pay me
Can't let these motherfuckers phase me
Never let that money change me
Ain't the way my mama raised me
Don't mean to brag but can you blame me?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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No matter what is going on with Derek and Pete, at least my baby girl got me

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