You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n
Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again
- ask him where the bread or he dead... presidents
P-funk got it pumpin, he had the connects
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit
The outline which you n****s out dated
" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head
The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said
As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show
Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio
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