Time after time, again and again
No need for a call to the bull pen
I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket
Ignorance is bless? shit about the fact that's all bull shit.
I deal with bull with the sheet,
Cause they right down the street
Better than the last stack of bull crap
I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that
Hear some bull that some dude mumble
I'm modest, and humble
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
All this bull shit aint gonna stop me from chasing dreams
Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns
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