Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
And a fridge and some broccoli
Self-awarding, negligence of the less important
And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and
Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,
Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class
Fuck you if you feelin' different
Social conditioning and
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different
And their mothers and fathers
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Living young and wild and free
Summertime in the city
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