Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
Yeah ain't that what the song say
If you choose to walk away
Kill the jungle let the cats loose
That's probably what you all will choose
One time for the girls with the right shoes
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,
In the caravan with some latin bitches
Choose to entertain himself with,
That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose
That we got every crew, full of fools, tryna choose,
But you better choose carefully
Hopin' that my niggas see
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose
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