Thinking he wont goddamn it he will
I used to be the most humble until
He thinks that he can control
Purify that woman soul
He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight
Nigga want beef we can take it outside
We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last
He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,
He calls it art when he arranges them
Aye rich, another 5 on the g men
Thinking he wont goddamnit he will
You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
As he grew up he got more confused
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