My g"s have been handcuffed,
Spend the night with me, we'll talk and
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
She don’t give her nigga head
Poppin' one dead in they forehead
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Took the red pill, forehead scar, i'm the chosen one
Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
You're in a seminar
Bad, just like an 80's car
That they have some fuckin spasm issues like hannah montana
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
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