3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free
Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god
They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Just got off a breakup, man that shit's a jaded shakeup/
When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around
Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town
But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips
Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence
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