Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
But then he comes back, fucking brutality
I won't be going to hell. i have been stalked, stabbed, my bones cracked,
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home
My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone
But becarful, or you might be stabbed in the back!
Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track
I was so sincere like nas first name
He in the back spooked from the fame
When i was starving now it's payback
I'm coming back relaxed with my head back
For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!
My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets
He didn't answer back but he bled all on the floor
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
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