The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids
A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips
Cuz i get kills while you blow kids
Oh and fuck all the cool kids
To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks
Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics
Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids
A lesser measure of beggar kids
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
Never meeting his true love, having kids,
Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks
But i don’t mean top 40 hits
Into all the innocent kids,
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