Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter
I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace
My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.
I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror
You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister
Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,
I know they gon' see me unless they senile
Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Made it out naija with nothing in the bank
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby
That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me
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