Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in
The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,
Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some
But i got two a-mex's that look the same way
Getting a little more than an hour's pay
Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'
Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him
You gotta let these shits go, man
Asking little kids if they can
Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch
So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich
I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo
A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through
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