I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
You were the fuel and the fire burns, they dont mess with me
My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
My shit is fluent i use hate as fluid fuel so all my rhyme flows/
Because there's no fuel to hold our gas
And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
Will only fuel my infatuate rage
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire
Do you feel the heat from my fire, fuel my flame
I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne
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