Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans
Look at me left foot right foot through these streets
Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll
See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll
But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!
I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,
I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind
I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass
Since nautica was popular than popular for good
This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook
Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face
We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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