My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
Cuz im like the exorcist stuck in a back bend,
They gonna burn in hell for this wickedness/
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
Stuck in detained submission, on this earth we were given
I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen
Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.
And even if i do i know my momma gon be well
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
Whats really to say i dont know, im stuck in this life so ill make it gold
Nigga trying to live like hova, but well
This man is dapper, manufactured in hell
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought
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