You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
Till he's had a girl he can say is truly his,
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Till the game`s over they are still watching me
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
He try to put me under his spell but then again he wasn't a good speller
He spent the whole battle talking about his girl and how they met and how she left
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
My one and only means so much to me she's like a white pearl
I've loved watching our love unfurl, loved watching you grow from a girl,
Open the door he see his family beside me
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
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