My job isn't done, too many faggots to be shown in this globe/
So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat
I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters
I be stuck to the money you niggas is too backwards
Decipher lies to the niggas that be blind
When it's repping time, i get on extra grind
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring
But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes
Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.
Fuck these other niggas, i'll be right by your side
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy
We chillin out when niggas can't afford to be
You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
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