Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
Shit sun never came up
I know you're mad, but so what
My salute to you i raise the middle
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Step up to the plate if you think you can do better
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.
Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk
Play up, play up, and play the game!
Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain
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