Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
In my old school, with the naughty
Aint doing time for a plant
For the one night stand
And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please
Body with no regrets in the backyard next to my pets,im never dissin these
Plant the bomb like petunia
They can not pause like right one sega
They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die
I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy
I force myself into my old self again,
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
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