Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,
Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care
They tryin to say that i don't care
Multiple middle fingers in the air
Turn around and then you flip your hair
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.
Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair
But now it's more declare
I'm running out of air
It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
With that weed in the air
I'm just sellin' my thoughts there
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