Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga
My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the
Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost
It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..
This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"
It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit
In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over
Always called a small dick you won't even notice their boner
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
But did you really mean it when you called me a whore
Ay yo you wonder who i are
That is called being a problem setter
Gotta go, let her leave
By a gang called the police
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