If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail
With parts of their body through the mail
Ugh, walking on water and running on waves
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
The street slang i be speakin in code
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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