Yeah homie what you know bout me?
Than the muse of a family
Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me
I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city
Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across
My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls
Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge
Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch
For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money
Go ahead, talk mo shit bout how you don't feel me/
And you can never bring me down, you'll never break my streak/
Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep
You can call me a faggot and make jokes bout my crotch,
You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch
It's obvious i'm crazy
You aint shit youd never beat me
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