Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage
Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my
Changing our ways to coincide with feds,
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
She my billie jean we menage with mary jane
I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
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