Ain't finna peak yet
Just a warning not a threat
Of impactful things one can ask for
You never tasted paper
Not even a dildo or something, ever thought of readjusting
Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming
I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell
The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell
I got a lot of manners
With a ba and a masters
We in the big thingseat a dick man
You're a disaster a sham,
Or know them testament verses
Spit a poem or a diss
Like a baby without a diaper
We about to set this bitch on fire
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