Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters
Its amazing what a click of camera lense can captures
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
And what the fuck is he gonna do next
Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
With no one to ask what to do next,
Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet
Man shut the fuck up, and let me do what i do
About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh
Afraid to see what might come next,
My god come before this bread
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