He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,
But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
Thinking he wont goddamn it he will
I was on my sway shit
Caus he vibes and he lies chronic
Thinking he wont goddamnit he will
Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill
It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke
When he thought he could do this was he on coke
Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.
Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie
Some days he just wishes he could die
He thinks that he can control
De la soul is from the soul
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