You're not usin' your brain
Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
Make the class supersize but not fat, healthy composition is where its at
While your fat ass mother made you babysit
Double m-g not to mention we got that
What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back
So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"
I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad
You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back
I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear
Run towards your dreams not towards your fear
At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat
I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track
You cant get your fat head round this.
Uppity bitches, handling business
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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