Flexin' hard nigga all the time
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
You don;t thin anymore
Lay ya ass down on god's green floor
The third one is mixed, white and black
Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back
Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!
Damn i forgot how much money he got
We popping bottles, it don't stop
Nigga you got 2 learn how to rap
It's all good, finna dog that
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill
Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
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