Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga
Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick
I've had it. i can feel death but i dont feel panic
I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick
Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic
Such a manic in a zone of panic/
Over 20 homes, but i need a chick
Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,
Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
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