Won't run out anytime soon
A boy taken for a goon
She all that i can handle
Your a show without a channel
With a ba and a masters
I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers
When you feel like this
Spit a poem or a diss
Coroners comfort your mama
Yup you got a lot a
My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap
You're a pussy not a cat
I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.
Girl, what you grabbing cash for
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