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Caskey No Reception

[Chorus]
If it ain't 'bout, a dollar, I got no, reception
It's a, whole lot, of money, I'm flexin'
Back on, my bullshit, 'cause I love, finessin'
Live like, a rockstar, I'm gon' die, a legend

[Verse 1]
Live like I'm Ozzy, I jumped out the mazi
I caught me a body, I smoke me a L
Police behind me, the drugs are beside me
I left out the country, I'm like Dave Chapelle
I live off my instinct
You pussy, you lookin' like Nsync
We not on the same page or in sync
I gotta kick up my intake
You wouldn't get it, you don't know what this takе
I gotta miss all the mistakes
Whip out the pot 'til I'm rich or my wrist brеak
I gotta counter your distance
Say that you got it but that shit been misplaced
I gotta get reacquainted
Come for the product but this re-up tainted
They down and out lately 'cause we been up crazy
And my favorite still Weezy F. Baby
That's why I signed up to Baby
Keep me a piece and I trap out mercedes
If God had a iPod then I'm on his playlist
Feelin' like Cyhi, I switch up the cadence
I step out the car in the latest
Coke on me like it's the '80s
I say that but truthfully don't know what day it is
'cause either way I'ma be one the greatest
[Chorus]
If it ain't 'bout, a dollar, I got no, reception
It's a, whole lot, of money, I'm flexin'
Back on, my bullshit, 'cause I love, finessin'
Live like, a rockstar, I'm gon' die, a legend

[Verse 2]
Live like a legend, die like a legend
I'm countin' them bands up, that's money caressin'
You lyin', deception, yeah, I'm ridin' perfection
I'm slidin' on all of my enemies, they gonna get what is destined
I got the money plate like it's collections
And I'm on go, call that the Jetsons
I'm in the sky, totin' that fourth of July, ridin' with weapons
I'm gettin' high, whenever police arrive, no recollection
You compromise, I'm seein' through the disguise, this is perfection
Got a pistol in my pocket, make me change my stance
Left out the bank, money dance
Holdin' on my dick, I don't hold no hands
Holdin' onto hard work 'cause it make bands
To the bullshit, Ray Charles
Heard your mixtape, y'all shouldn't quit y'all day job
Black on my mask, Darth Vader
No threat, don't even show on the radar

[Chorus]
If it ain't 'bout, a dollar, I got no, reception
It's a, whole lot, of money, I'm flexin'
Back on, my bullshit, 'cause I love, finessin'
Live like, a rockstar, I'm gon' die, a legend


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