Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail
With parts of their body through the mail
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag
Then '09 came, them bad record sales
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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