My nitty bag, my kitty boost
But in reality your just being used.
On they twitter writing novels, see
That is my wish, my fantasy.
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
These my rhymes and my story
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
My wondrous success bombs my regrets
My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver
So muthafuck the system
My words are my rhythm
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