Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Mine hate my soothing hysterics
Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid
The death of my father is the reason for my hate...
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you
Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate
Keep a smile on my face, just so they can hate
These other rap niggas should never be a problem
But i will still give your mum my drops of cum
I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement
What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk
I care for you more than my mum
Riding around with ms. reece and them
And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue
There's no connection, so they're not supporting you
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