Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,
Um, life is a water park, could be fun
I eat these skaters like chicken
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
Shout out chicken getting chicken
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle
Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model
Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid
I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,
I can change the whole game if a nigga bored
I just realised theres more chicken than pork.
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