What up girl, tell me how you been
There is no definition
I do it on the norm, the life of someone corrupt
Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different
Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen
Its human nature to open doors to neighbors but if they knockin i wont talk to them,
Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends
The overthrow of governments and all corrupt presidents,
I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
Fuck your definition of fame, i bring greatness,
Definition of cold: ice, 30 below
Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though
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