I’m so fly i don’t even got wings
Talk about some (freaking) clearance
And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy
A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?
Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick
Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean
Talk about how your on the rebound
And i don’t take no dames out
Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
You talk big about the corrupt world
Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst
Now let me talk to you son,
And you can tell everyone
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