Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up
Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up
What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup
'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Foolishly took to drugs, a newly shook thug doped up on stuff like ecstasy
Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you
Giving up, is what these dudes outta do
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