Grown men in this game
Dis-able it in shame
Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Before dis nigga pounce
Freakin' out all i see is clouds
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time
S queezys very bold
Women front, they get its cold
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
To come over and try to do dis
I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches
And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky
Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity
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