And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
See money talk and these days
Momma was getting a new raise.
Now he calling me baby mama
My all gold rolly or the
Would never hit my mama,
Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre
You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back
First time i see a lady battle me, oh well first off i raise hell put you in that
Put me down, i won't take shit. raise the bar a bit.
This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,
I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have
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