Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.
Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old
A 99 year old man stuck in prison i come the ashes
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies
Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one
Left a 12 year old me with his whole world shaken/
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
Still moving forward like a 2 year old
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