Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough
Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff
And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise
I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff
Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff
Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus
You know i’m better off without you
Punchin stuff just dont get through
She call me daddy like a nigga puff
My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff
But you been looking for love in all the wrong places
List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff
You in to that animal stuff
Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus
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