Jumped off the porch when i was like six
Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits
So i guess that's where i hide my things
He wishes he had a pair of wings
Look this the joint that could get me the spins
Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains
Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots
I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops
But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business
No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,
And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today
Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,
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