Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great
Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake
Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
Don't realize this is a diss
And i just want to hold her
Yo this is a rapper?
Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches
That's what a public offense is
Malcolm sex is still a
Your gonna be on top nigga
Every day, a star is born,
Could make the eyes of the blind perform
It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little
Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal
Every day is a lesson
So now she picks up the gun
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