And it's a fact, i got a million of them posses
My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds
Itches for bitches. you fags think its all a game till i walk in and say picture
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
So ill leave after i spit a bit of some funky shit,
You see they way out they minds with no return ticket
And i'm going to embalm my creativity
Painting a picture of pure imagery.
Gq told me i'm not the talkative type
I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,
Workaholic, got a tv show
This one right here for polo
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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