You don;t thin anymore
Lower than my credit score
Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain
Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again
Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message
Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch
Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my
As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
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