Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
I’m tryna be low key
When your sad angry happy
So happy that you're tearing
In my drawsring, ring, ring
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
Until your submissive, admitted to the village where you'll be afflicted,
I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts
To add to the list of beverly hills victims
A happy ending for the family (r.i.p mandela)
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
An happy home, that's my fantasy
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