I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself
So you can steal to feed yourself and be locked in prison cells,
Sweet, okay makes sense
No more prison and cells
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives
The all loving immaculate master of all,
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
We're two different types of romance,
He just get her bigger bags
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
I don't respect no brain cells unless we talkin' that saliva spit
Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever
But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker
And you wish your cells were sick like this
Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches
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