And now it’s not just a feud, they wanna win the battle,
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came
I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,
Y’all knowi always represent my people to tha fullestyeah, i'm that same motherfucker took 5 bullets
Lord created all in six add a double six crucifix is no longer the fix u brought satan into the mix/
But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!
All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit
In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between
But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream
All the genius in the dirt that's been lost in the mix up
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
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