For every black thought, i thought i caught roots
Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools
While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack
Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,
With women with issues
School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools
Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen
You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision
Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,
A couple years back ain't seen my vision
Now i'm back with one of my latest
All up in my kitchen sink
Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools
Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news
Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen
Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
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