All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
That damier bag i bought her
I'm losing my stature
Look at all the hoes you losing
I got my wife, so fuck the ring
I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk
My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant
Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map
Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,
Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city
But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney
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