When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,
Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose
It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
Cause id get back from school my niece covered in shit,
My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,
Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass
Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen
Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,
I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
But we get by that's all that matters
We are being wiped off the face of this earth
You're avoiding my rhymes/ so i'll fill the void in your mind like a school class
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
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