Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Off of the topic, call me the prospect.
Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp
Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised
Came out of no where you can call that stealth.
Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself
We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch
You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.
Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow
Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow
'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids
Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits
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