Flexin' hard nigga all the time
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
Tell these people something they don`t know about me
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best
Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck
But i don't want her to be with me just out of pity
And i got this thing for ya my affinity’s infinity
I want her bad. it drives me made when she's not hear to make me glad
No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t
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