I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob
You jennifer love hewitt and bitch
Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge
That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick
Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick
Than i rob you and smoke all your herb
Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt
If it still has a crack
Yo, i'll bet she be back
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Jennifer lawrence (uh), halle berry
Columbus, holla at ya boy
Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy
Would they mind? umm, well, of course not
I go back to my friend rob.
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