Then my mom met this guy, yeah he seemed nice
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice
But in my head i already kinda actually knew that
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers
Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars
After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.
Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
I'm usually a cool guy but now you got my temper heated
Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'
The story of my life. it's really kinda shit.
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal
Got my face on the signs now, im kinda big deal
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