I’m not a wanna be, i got talent know one else has never seen
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
Never trippin over bitches you type that's kissing ass
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
Now theres a different side of me that you never have seen.
And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty
These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti
So you can see why they mad, look at they status
My life will never be the same since i met my true love
So if i seem a little mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen a brute
And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
Sometimes i wish that you and i had never met but the
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