Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job
"hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot
We dig the plot and never bury pot
I'm falling from god and it's hot
Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
Oh my god - feels like i need a psychiatrist
And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then
I said it wasn't me, i got a twin (oh my god, it's you! not again!)
"oh my god i gonna die!" then sit and cry because the day i die,
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
Oh my god you gotta see
We might be back in this baby
Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,
I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death
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