And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Don't talk about it, walk around it, there's no breaking borders,
I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead
It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.
It was just the four of us uptown corners
Turning this place around, man, i'll show it my worth/
But i'mma ride around, and some day i'mma get it
Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit
My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you
Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo
And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,
Look in the scope, my people still a target
Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit
I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.
The shit that i spit is more
Or keep small it around four
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