My nigga kato, ready for whatever
With lyrics flowing through my head, left, right and centre
Know just what your worth
Post cards and my letters
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators
So if i talk down to a man
Bases full, i grand slam/
So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench
Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes
And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter
I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,
I don’t care where ya are
Rout the centre forced surrender
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