And now your best friend's having kids
Then you gobble teams of dicks
Then i stabbed in their dicks
The youngest of my mother kids
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
I am just learning to turn these words three
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three
And i got a little big, keep it low key
Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,
All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her
So you got three feet on me, i do hating deeds
Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks
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