The kings get killed very least overthrown
Ya like that let me know on my the phone
You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone
My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone
This nigga jasper trying to get grown
Like that drop out who created my phone
Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
Playin with fire is a danger zone
A lotta hoes in my phone
People taking my money because
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
Taking shots that rattle my bones,
Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
She like, girl you wrong running away from home
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