But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck
Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt
Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage
Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage
People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I'm bald bull to my little mac competition
'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.
"no guns in this nation, hey why don't we try it?"
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot
I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that
Hey lets drop a hit in hopes to make a fat profit
And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,
Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
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