Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall
It kind of feels like middle school again when they call
Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you
She better shed a couple tears when she come through
And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend
Off of the topic, call me the prospect.
Two chains, two guns, he bipolar
In this world of life i call poker,
Dude your bad at call of duty ghost
Doing time in the pen and your gram's old
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
That’s my call of duty
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