Then those bitches who grew old.
The truth shall be told
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
I'm married to the game, to the maximum, nissan,
And you know, if i could, i get married to rap
I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
All this paper i fold
And don't think what you're old
Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold
I've murdered so many verses its getting old
These wack bitches getting old
Black woman you cold
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