I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,
And this is what they have to put up with daily/
Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy
About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins
Even with stories that teach men not to freak with these senoritas with sleeves of sequins
They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,
Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards
Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother
Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.
I gotta teach hoes
Whilst i glide with black crows,
Go play with your sex toy
Best believe this is the boy
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