It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
Real dared and clear as i glare and tear subjectively into your thighs
Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,
Account overdraft what i got this debit for
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon
Know i had to do a jay dilla joint
I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point
I'l sever his thighs with a pen intentionally and get sentenced to life in the penitentiary
You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy
You niggas under cars you should be unemployed
They were living to strive, two stories with a main point
For the low that nine cheap
Humpy dumpy, in front seat
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