Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical
It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little
Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong
While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong
That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit
And i ain't gonna bitch about it and not do jack shit/
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)
Then i will fuck with molly
So fast, can't copy
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