When it comes to spitting that fire
I"m the designated driver
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
And i could see you coming home after work late
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
They claim it as their own, africa
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry
You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
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