Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine
Raise my name, but i hate the fame
Call levi's we can see about the home cook
And give my mom the world if i could
I hate your fucking guts.
Where you welcome to problems
And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den
When you're hearing i my lines, i know you hate them
And my momma keep smoking that shit
So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it
I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again
I fucking hate the way that these rappers, they play the game,
●i dont fucking sell my soul
18 year sentence with no parole
She go say i bad like saddam
So i thanks for my mom
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