Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper
Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher
Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//
Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
Women front, they get its cold
I ain't mad at cha
I thought mama taught ya,
Are almost as old as yo mama
Lucky seven probably poppa
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
But for long time i had gone cold
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
We're lookin out for your babies mama
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