The ice ain't really nothing to her
He was just a kid but ranked the best soldier,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
He starts to diss the best as if he wanted arrest
So the next time you feel like your world's about to end
And tired of his shit and tries to just split
The outline which you n****s out dated
Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n
Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen
If only i could go back into the 80’s
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
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