Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone
Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong
We're the same, i aim to separate you from this
Press, they look at me like i'm a menace
Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/
Never let the game play youand for the fame
All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit
Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet
I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train
All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,
If you do then ima have to aim and fry
These haters hope i hurry up and die
Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right
Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight
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