Im something like a prodigy
But five years from now i bet she see
That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose
Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes
Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton
As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom
Niggas talk with limited service
I was feeling like "it's love"
But let something i don't like slip past your lips
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut
I'm feeling like king tut
You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,
So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Still feeling cocky like your peeling me away slowly as if i was unholy,
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