I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
Look, just remember how that winning taste
The things that i can rap about that is real
I got to make sure that i can play here
Well i don't know, how about that
My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
So everything retro come across so corny
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap
Strive to get what i deserve i am not sorry about that
When love comes callin', don’t love back
I have to laugh about that
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