My g"s have been handcuffed,
And bijies like im out and
Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
I finally got a girl, mom!/
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
So i thanks for my mom
This rapping is just a charm
Bad, just like an 80's car
You're in a seminar
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though
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