Yeah bitch this date's done
Grab my knife and my gun
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started
But when you step out, why these bitches run out
Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
My own unknown is my enemy,
And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision
Of what yal think i'm about, if my cousin was never thrown in prison
Trust me these queers rushed me for something my cousin devan did
M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid
Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some
You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum
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