Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme
Shop at saks fifth like it's a target
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
She go say i bad like saddam
Well go cry to your mom
You know...you know who you are
Bad, just like an 80's car
So i thanks for my mom
I got stacks all in my charm
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
The outline which you n****s out dated
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
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