Look, i'm still talking to you baby
Ma family aint proud of me
Laying it down playing ma sound
The fourth one, i like to kick around
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
She turned me into a sweety who before used to be a lucifer.
Fitting ya without ma gang
She ain't got a man
Blow trees like a hurricane
Its nothin, ma, im still sane
New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention
So i guess that's where i hide my things
Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence
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