Jehovah spitness, young prodigy,
And all women who had light features, see
In yourself cause nobody else does,
Pocket racked up all big faces
Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,
I spit it like a loaded nine, pop
And picture me rollin
Does it stem from one sin
He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little
Now all he does these days is sell beats and drink the whole bottle
And getting money is the song i sing
No more does he exist, all are missing,
Interjection: the heart is as the heart does/
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
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