Our history that they stole, africa
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane
At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys
But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise
Me against you the movie of the year
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
You already are caged
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
And no nigga gon love you
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
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