Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer
Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter
Could prepare me for the answer
But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.
I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
Hopin for an answer
Will protect you even, if its not the right answer,
So i told her i got something you've been waiting for
Now would you kindly answer this
Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches
Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger
Oh lord give me a purposeful answer
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