So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.
Look, we gone have some fun tonight
Come with me and ill treat you right.
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Don't weep, kickback and consider it a treat.
You could get away with it, try again
See me as blasphemous for i don't need them
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Parents treat me like a baby
Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy
All you did was use me and treat me like a toy,
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
Fuck with me you'll get smacked, get the weed and shit packed
But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!
I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit
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