Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
Big stacks, no lego bricks
Or imma end your life, yeah a ruthless poet
Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip
Imma donate to your face cuz it needs some help
I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt
You put me outta my muhfuckin mood, soon, imma fuck you up just like i did it
All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit
In conjunction with the pressure that we're under
Im the answer, but imma let your mind wonder
I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance
Don't give a fuck imma psycho known in advance
Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal
Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Fuck the haters imma just povolt over this bitch
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