Moms really getting mad when i call you that
Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it
Shooting down moms and wives
There is a light that shines
But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
That racks on racks so motherfucking fool
Guy came back the next day with his nose broke and six stitches
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches
I'm a bad motherfucker
Now your done and six feet under
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of
On my back boy, holla back boy
Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy
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