They say them colors must be fake
Stored in his mind to make,
I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone
Make it a war, ima make it my own,
Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears
Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,
I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose
No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
Guess i'm self made
There’s money to make
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
And every new sacrifice that i make
Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
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