My flows fucking cray cray
So they taught me to spray
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
But you dont fucking see
Niggas die over shoes
But we dont fucking loose,
Fucking assholes will go
Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
Then you're fucking confused,
Only fucking geniuses drowning
The pigs fly away in the morning
Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
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