She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
You said her raps were consistent and they just seem to correspond
Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada
And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I started when i would take a note book and hide under a tree
Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,
I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right
Make like a tree and leave
... club, we'll be actin' real nice
They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend
So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement
They were living to strive, two stories with a main point
You niggas under cars you should be unemployed
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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