Get ya head bust
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later
My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.
Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap
Is a space that now you hold
S queezys very bold
And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Nigga, fuck the world
But lets put first things first
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