Third ward general, young cash money
You cant leech me, you cant speech me,
You cant handle me in person,
Just a place that they can come
Hands up, throw me up against the wall
He helps me up and i stand tall
With ocd yall cant touch me
Bait baby, wait baby
Talking about the god you serve
Cant see me or my snipers
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
You panic cause you cant stand it the literature of me
Who cant talk for themselves or stand up and hold their tongues
Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus
Bitches aint cant get over me
Look it something they can't ever see
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