We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men
When they here today what you say to them
Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again
Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men
They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
But i'mma build it ground up, let's again
They'll never become better men
Where you welcome to problems
Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts
Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts
Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
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