Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear
Got our middle fingers in the air,
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
Please, just peep the crystal method where
I don't even breathe the same air
Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair
My coach ain't care, so i ain't care
Og like the prince of bel air,
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
Multiple middle fingers in the air
Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
When danielle or milan decide to fucking share
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