Im a head hunter with targets on every head
That i just haven't came up with a name yet
The ear worms in my head,
Like sally mae on college debt
Emerging from the sea
And now that i’m getting money
Kushed up and my eye red
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/
Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea
But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
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