I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice
So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/
The numbers burst my head
You already know you're dead
Brush by the bleak brick by brick
Keep the bitches on my dick
Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes
So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
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