I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking
Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet
Double m-g not to mention we got that
Cause you looking like maxes dad
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
Spending money when your wallet gets low
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Like wheres erick at (dad?)
Well, i can handle that
Like football your ass smacked dad
No, not bombs over baghdad
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