Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
I was raised this way
Who will make a gay pay.
This is samurai jack
Ain't even tryna hold back
The reality is i don't know jack
To get them niggas while they laid back
I hit your block and we can box for fun
You ain't gay, yo a lesbian
Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.
Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back
I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep
Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt
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