Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game
They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane
I knew not to but still i did it like i didn't learn my lesson.
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Do i really need to learn how the fuck to forget
It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue
My ambitious girl, i won't forget you
The game is an art and i'm still trying to learn it
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
I know bro, let's try something new
Now i gotta exit after you
It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/
Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers
My nigga banks just be ready for whatever
I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper
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