I don’t do nothing but ball
Where the ball meets the wall
Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
The realist in the game
Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame
Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,
But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst
Car seats got screens in them
Do the math, get the sum
Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
The more battles the better the flows
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
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