Beverly Hills/ Mind Froze (FAN EDIT DELETE) lyrics

[Chorus]
Smoke exotics, fillin' up my body got my mind froze
From Chicago now I'm up in Cali, different time zone
Rollie on me help me face time like an iPhone
Scanner in the Beamer help me dodge all the 5-0
I remember crackin' cards, Wells Fargo
Now I'm crackin' seals in Beverly Hills
Shorty yellow like Marge, I feel like Bart though
Young, full of thrills, that's how I live

[Verse 1]
Got my racks up, told the broke ass n*ggas to catch up
I think yo' homie need backup, he ain't know my bro had the MAC tucked
No lack, I'ma keep my eyes up, that lil' b*tch not a plus she a minus
Had a gun on my hip as a minor, I speed off and them n*ggas behind us, yeah
VVS shinin', all these b*tches they love all my diamonds
At the top, I'ma keep on climbin', watch how the fake friends switch sides
I don't really got time for the fake sh*t, I'm an ape when I'm rockin' my Bape sh*t
Hope you know we ain't rockin' the same sh*t, they hate me 'cause I'm famous, yeah
Keep it on me ain't afraid to aim it, yeah
But you know you ain't on sh*t until you bang it, yeah
Hit him in his forehead, leave him brainless, yeah
I don't eat with n*ggas I can't hit a stain with, yeah

[Chorus]
Smoke exotics, fillin' up my body got my mind froze
From Chicago now I'm up in Cali, different time zone
Rollie on me help me face time like an iPhone
Scanner in the Beamer help me dodge all the 5-0
I remember crackin' cards, Wells Fargo
Now I'm crackin' seals in Beverly Hills
Shorty yellow like Marge, I feel like Bart though
Young, full of thrills, that's how I live

[Verse 2]
I ain't been this high off Perkys in a long time
I took two 30s and a half of a third one
I feel like I could see everything with my third eye
Feel like I'm floating, see the world from a birds-eye view
These drugs remind me of a girl I knew
A little sweet, a little sour, and it vibes with the mood
Ain't no competition, baby, but I'm higher than you
Pray to God I never come down, down, down
f*ck waiting, yeah, I need it right now, now, now
Demons want me, chopper on me, blow 'em down, down, down
New Givenchy with the Rollie flooded, wow, wow, wow
I need some lean, someone pour the muddy, pour the muddy

[Chorus]
Smoke exotics, fillin' up my body got my mind froze
From Chicago now I'm up in Cali, different time zone
Rollie on me help me face time like an iPhone
Scanner in the Beamer help me dodge all the 5-0
I remember crackin' cards, Wells Fargo
Now I'm crackin' seals in Beverly Hills
Shorty yellow like Marge, I feel like Bart though
Young, full of thrills, that's how I live