Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
All these mixed feeling about my siblings,
Look inside my closet
Feeling good about it
So quit talk about how good you are
We be in the party like we own that bar
I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being
You never told me these things you were feeling
Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights
Got me feeling like j.j. on good times
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,
Timmy got his bike stole
It's good, i'm about to steal your soul
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