The science and the art, africa
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.
My nitty bag, my kitty boost
You're fuckin' with the fifi bag
Chat up your lookin off your knee pad
And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag
Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,
Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends
I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?
Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch
After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch
Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
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