Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests
This guy swallowed a bowl of insects
A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back
Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat
Plant a seed, kiss this guy
Thuggin' till the day i die
Always turning red like a chinese tomato
I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow
There used to be a guy named undertaker
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
Learned to hustle from a guy named mel
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.
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