Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t
With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly
Cut me off every time im talking
Once their was a boy who felt like a king,
The one who can´t even show a real smile
When it comes to spitting that fire
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!
A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
Lady g, willy b in time
Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/
Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift
So tell me why are we at war
You don;t thin anymore
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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