Most of them niggas dumb
Don't wait for him, he'll never come
Rub the wood and ima show em love
My rhymes come off as venomous,
I never thought this day would come
Killa you already know harlem
Bad days come and go, sad days come and go
Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though
I could spend my whole life tryna get cash
Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as
It's a battlejust for tha big money
So come to me, then come for me
If a nigga didn't fake like them
And whatever may come
Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines
That's what i've come to realize
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