Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,
Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/
I got a question for ya, little somethin to say
Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk
But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different
If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare
And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.
Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny
Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money
Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats
I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds
And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch
I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge
And eating you like a cannibals dinner food
Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit
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