Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model
This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel
I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music
Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick
Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel
To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal
Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal
And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,
As i light one for ill will
My new bitch is now a model
Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Then all i really want is for her to go down low
Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow
That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful
Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,
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