Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap
All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit
One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.
All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may
Must be time of month hormones all over the shit
So i'mma talk about a little bit of that
It's usually once a month, this is some feat i've accomplished
Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift
Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this
They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses
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