O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general
12 year old books going through your fuckin temple
Writing rhyme after rhyme every year
What you might’ve thought the vision still clear
Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese
And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
A 99 year old man stuck in prison i come the ashes
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.
I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?
See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
Yet to be moving like a 2 year old
She said it was my fault that he caressed my 9 year old body/
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
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