The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,
Third ward general, young cash money
That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this
I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,
I found her in favela with a bullet in her head
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit
I'd rather eat a fucking bullet than put up with this shit
Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her
I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber
I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front
Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent
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