Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Or talk politely iv got this anxiety
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
And how to battle me politely
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
I only let her in 'cause she agreed to make it snow
Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though
I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball
People who agreed with you fuck them all,
He gave his address, and she agreed to go meet him
How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin
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