Or the chick leaving
That curb don't mean a thing
Come see real niggas on my team
"if you didn't be so mean
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Cause im mean like 2 spirit
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns
Whats non compos mentis mean?
But i wear mine on my head, supreme
I mean i'm just askin
Catch you up on places i've been
Wish i wasn't treating people so mean
Bitches pursue me like a dream
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