A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Middle east/ an arranged marriage , had not choice but to be/
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,
Born into deformity in east germany,
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost
But now i'm on the east coast, west coast
Niggas talk with limited service
Ubn and east coast don't scare us
I ain't from the east but still i never sleep
Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek
From the east to the west coast
Franky lymon the lime light gets old
As the sun fin a be in the east bound
Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around
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