Look, i got no time for that type of connection
Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.
Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble
Race is international my father isn't actual
Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day
T get this paper so my get to see the holiday
Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.
They giving pounds and that before get the money
Living a better life than my father did
This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted
And then along came the wrong man for her
My knees on the ground, dear father
Every wednesday when my father got home tho
Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show
I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
So keep fronting till my peeps come
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