Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious
Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
It's just textbook stuff
Baseball is my first love
S on my chest like a superman vest
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,
Put those fake nigger s to do my labor
And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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