You niggas under cars you should be unemployed
They were living to strive, two stories with a main point
Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo
'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you
I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
Bitches is artificially duck
....from the bottom came up...
Walk that body, talk that body
Nothing you can say can scare me
On point, i hone my skills
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
I pen point these niggas like a pencil
I'm jumpin out my seat
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
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