What them tippers don't see
U aint never heard of me
They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed
Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead
And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright
And never get with me again in a fight.
That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one
Bt well this is rap and u write a poem..
It's optimal to just let me battle my fight.
It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride
Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right
Are u just here to have a better chance to fight?
Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor
I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.
They infiltrate our homes, africa
U wanted to eat me absolute raw
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