No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
No rations or resources for eating//
Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far
Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
Your far from figuring me out
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Eating me up like i'm a fucking snack
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
Me in all ive grown out
Get yours; you know what this about
Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,
Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights
Before you tell me about veggies, i'll have you know that you're eating pesticides
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