I'ma put their ass on blast when they treated my mom like trash
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
And all you kids know it, i'll blast on ya
My momma a og which makes me a don dada
My nigga conrad murray just balled on him
Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option
I'm the nigga on the back street
For the low that nine cheap
Shit, he'll put you on blast, have you collaspsed and in the past
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,
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