How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)
The science and the art, africa
It was just the four of us uptown corners
For sure, you were made special at birth.
Between the battle starting, and me leaving the whole place
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying
Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,
Is slowly fucking leaving me
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby
Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,
But i do quite well with all the bait
At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,
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