Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
See, and now life seem hard
Raybands...hide the face of,
Here i go again, searching for love
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
King of the va, off of those toxins.
But i don’t mean top 40 hits
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Thoughts of immortality
But five years from now i bet she see
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead
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