Dutty wine for access, show me your neck
Since im not suspect, im still a suspect
Im just waiting for a volunteer,
We put a wreath on niggas' career
‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
Because a would have cut off all ma loose ends in a heart beat like a jew
Maybe im drinker, maybe im a smoker
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
And they label me king... you can come and take it back
And they didn't realize till we grad jew ay tad
Im a just love you back
The door crack, niggas all black
Raised by a momma who, who
Im a rapper through and through
Ill be like hitler and your a jew
Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you
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