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You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

When the cops dip through strappin on my runnin shoes

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

When i’m trying my best, you walk around a day in my shoes,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,