Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention
I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.
I did a little stint, shout out to the south east
Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave
Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
They call me the god of night and the king of days
Came out of no where you can call that stealth.
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
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