Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
I have no bight, or curse in any verse i keep it clean an lean, try to mean
She sit up at her desk on perez all day
Like a painting on display thousand words no say
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead
You have no more words for me
Call me lazy, i ain't your baby
No grief into these words
The birds i knew flip birds
Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring
& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.
I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders
No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse
Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route
I scream curse words louder than your main bitch, when i ate her pussy out
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