You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
Rather mad as the hatter
Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/
I just wanna be higher than that
I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that
At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,
Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come
Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.
Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.
I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track
"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense
I’m the king of a whole game, i’m at the top of the world (x2)
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Flowing proper at the world, just to see who is sicker/
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