The good kid from the ugly city
I don't think you know what you mean to me
Maybe we just need to slow
Only murmering what i know
I get paper like i a mail box, seen
Jimmas are foreseen if you know what i mean,
They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all
Let me show what i mean with "ghetto", i'll remind y'all,
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean
I mean a lame who cant do what i do,
Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true
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