Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that
I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap
Later on the grown up was running the map man
Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
But we will get our gang back on the map
All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
Like a surgeon ima map out and extract
Know what i do: manufacturing crack
You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb
' alright, already, the show goes on
Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent
Take a nigga off the map prolly leave his ass depressed,
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