The outline which you n****s out dated
Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend
S on my chest like a superman vest
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john
Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on
S queezys very bold
The truth shall be told
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