As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom
She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."
On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them
My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,
I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon
It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done
And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live
You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive
Gett this money flip it like bacon
But that’s just life, where i’m from
A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks
I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags
If you smellin bacon
If you wanted a date, don't come
No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one
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