Mean facts that ll make you scream fast ease back
I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq
You ll still be a prize winner
When i’m looking in the mirror
You hear the words coming from my lips bastards
Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs
You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool
Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school
I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.
Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
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