So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga
Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way
I got flow for days, my mind knows what to say to all you stray dog needing to be put away
My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"
You know i want a piece of that pie
But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve
My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
But i don't stray, a track out a day
Then some lady named billie holiday
Cos they suck so hard they're crap can stray a buck...
Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck
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