Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,
I hate my design but roll with the love
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
I love bad boys that's my fucking problem
Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
I refuse to be another being on this earth
J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,
Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga
Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a
London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe
I begin to gloat, explain my love in a quote
"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff
It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,
I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,
We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen
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