Ain't that how black's do it, right
When people started missing alright
A young kid in it, enjoying life’s what he’s missing
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,
Ain't got started other rappers aren't missing
I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding
My sister and them, all my niggas listening
If u dont like chicken, you don't know what your missing
I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
Everyday bless the several people missing.
Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest
I am only a man and i don't know what to think
She's on my line like i'm fishing
Hit it til your face go missing
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