I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
But yet bankrupt like barrack obama
I gotta teach hoes
Cause your life fucken blows
Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
From osama, obama and the vatican pope
I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
Ain't no women at the shows
Sometimes it hella blows
I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though
Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
Ima beat you obama did mitt romney
Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes
Body doze, who ? give em karate blows
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