Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef
Adam eve, devil god
That cellphone that i bought
Time ain't on her side
Thinkin bout suicide
Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god
Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Bout saying go thinking bout what big wow relations ended no
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
Exciting yes i'm talking bout
I'll keep it moving and tryna get out
Cocaine, he had that game in a smash
Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass
Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash
All bout the game, nothin bout the cash
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