Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill
Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave
Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze
You don;t thin anymore
Mirror mirror on the wall
With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly
Tell these people something they don`t know about me
The look of no hope on my niggas' faces
U try to diss me but thats all u come up with,
Shop at saks fifth like it's a target
Tell me bull shit i diss it
Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
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