No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
No more money, no more fame
Grown men in this game
Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest
No specific pick , no particular list.
And today we're still in chains
No hesitations no waits
No failed romances, no second glances,
Oh its over whole time she knows this
No affiliation
You can disown him or stone him
No money no talk,no energy no walk
This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog
No preference, irrelevant
She forget about her husband
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