Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated
I love to laugh at haters that the word impress did
My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
Haters cant stop me my feelings are steel,
Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel
Haters on my track, guns in the backpack
The third one is mixed, white and black
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
That makes up my product. every time i rap, the haters
While the time lapses, my haters collapses
It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
Even my haters kinda glad i'm on
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