40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Whats a daughter without her dad
When love comes callin', don’t love back
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Now this shit is turning to a habit
Like wheres erick at (dad?)
Top dropped down, black on black
If only i could go back into the 80’s
The best is that which i accept and nothing less
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
I’m coming back like light-skin and
My g"s have been handcuffed,
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