Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme
You could love it or hate it but he was prime time
As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss
But now you got me scared cause you're calling it off
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Pianist playing with locked keys, calling me cocky
We must, be the flyest of southerner men
Well quit calling me a white rapper then.
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning
I was alerting her just to reinsert in her
Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,
And calling me a pussy? watch that cock-sucking mouth
And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house
They're calling me the good guy devil
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
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