She go say i bad like saddam
If you gotta problem
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
You got a problem with my ass and then you talk so big
Living underground like a godfather buried alive
I have no fucking problem or whores in my life
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
I know you ain't the fucking problem
For fear is not a problem no longer,
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Solutions are not a problem as my kill reaches
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
But for real, that's a problem on my end
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