Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail
With parts of their body through the mail
Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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