But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk
And god forbid i see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog
With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,
Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
If not i'll be in a rage at the world in which i'm caged like in a dog pound
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'
I love the way you walk
Call me a bitch call me a dog,
Like a dog without paws,
Kirko paint her walls
You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick
Like a starving dog being treated in a clinic.
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