And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
Obama osama no difference, both a phone tapper
When i'm low, she take me high
That’s my la-la lullaby.
He came back the next day and became the next osama,
The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
Only ever talk about how iv bin probation
Jus like that no more drama from mr. osama.
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.
Look, they gon love me for my ambition
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