While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt
Your hair in a french braid you can make it work
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
I have my personal boundaries but where are yours
You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman
You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring
Just know when your mom says she going to one of her "personal healing",
If i die today was it business? was it personal?
10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single
When you ain't got no education
Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'
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