I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace
Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace
Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy
But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy
You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest
Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad
I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit
Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends
Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously
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