Master, bubba, and lemon g,
Could i make you my baby
Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping
Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing
People stealing, they gonna pay,
Reading shit my critics say
Making these fool sore over his last whore.
Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war
Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns
Until the day i put 100k inside her purse
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom
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