And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home
And i'm all alone, don't fuck with me in my zone,
If i count all of my thoughts... that'd waste all of my time
No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine
Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
Bring that shit the fuck back
What will your exes think of that.
So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits
Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
The board ceo, i'm glad you all
I'm outta here, fuck all of y'all
And all women who had light features, see
I spend all my money, fuck the charity
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
I fuck all the chicks,universe can suck my dick
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