And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,
Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble
From the back seat, back seat
And kill yourself and your clique
Forreal, i got a pole in the basement
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Took my heart away from money
And a fridge and some broccoli
And some strawberries and some chocolate
And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip
Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen
And get it again and again
My father was missing, war lord oliver north
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
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