The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,
Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes
//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done
Affects not us but the guardians fate
Low income no bills getting paid
Shout out them strippers who hustle
The king of the jungle
The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies
Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace
Cause america the terror of,
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
People love hodgy i hate you though
Return of the king of flow
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