Had niggas asking: what has happened to my work ethic
Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit
She all on my skin
The ride has been ridin'
She can make a pimp fall in love
Music has gotten pointless
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
Like this, every critic has praised
I only got four minutes
"damn, this kid has no skills
Has it took this many years
It's moe, all i need is more chips
Mister incredible, has to be credible
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
You is not hip then i can not coach her
God has blessed her, prada dresser
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