Ain't even right for presidency, he should be shot in the face
Love the game know this is coming from a different place
Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.
While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often
Took his head n' beckoned his mind
For that paper, i'mma grind
They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans
Yells his partner but before he reacts
When you fly as a bitch
Boys took his brain hostage,
Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream
I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen
One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race
He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe
Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
He said his thoughts took over as if someone else was in control
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