Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
I call it speaking tongues
And don't ever (and don't ever)
The plight of a rapper or whatever
And remember what i said and
And the word most important
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Let's enjoy our younger years
And their mothers and fathers
And stop playing hide and seek,
Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep
But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different
And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
As my name get bigger this game get different
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