My tires align with the play, but the times out
To rapping about, what im about
She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out
So many memories, that she cries about
You're uncool like my mother kin
About your condition,
Thot it was about me all about me
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
Lot of things i'm getting pissed off about
Can't seem to find a solid ground
I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Laughs at you and talks about
Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out
Or know what its about.
Exit the v wit my gun out
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