Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch
I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,
Oh gross! she just had her period
Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick
I get my paper, y'all just hate
Too bad i'm pretty great,
Oh no! laylow, he begun to crawl out from under all
The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call
I feel bad when i think about me
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
I guess your brain hasnt clicked
I am just an artist
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Its about time i put this to an end
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
Its about time we got an intervention
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