How beautiful are thou, africa
I'm not your number one? dont make me deal with ya,
And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them
Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen
But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
But i keep my cool, because i love them, and i dont want em gone cuz im not a fool,
Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
Dont play around with me, i aint no toy
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
Dont fuck with me nigga im much more appealing
Now this is what i call an evening
Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot
Dont try find something in common with me cause there's not
It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate
Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.
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