Then my mom met this guy, yeah he seemed nice
Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
I'll take everybody,i'll kill yeezy no hate,but im done being the nice guy
Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan
But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can
Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch
But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much
My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
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