So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in
But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Imagine if you was raised around a fucker who couldn't stop giving you shit/
Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit
For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
Died before that video came out of miley giving head/
Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.
What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup
Giving parents head aches
With some bartles and james
It'd be thinking giving you a chance was a good idea
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up
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