Hey mr. coach, i don't like you
And all the stuff that you went through
Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people
To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal
You in to that animal stuff
On the slow jam of love
I said believe in your dreams
Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps
Man this life is but a dream
And much good stuff like homemade ice cream
She can make a pimp fall in love
Im true to my word and spit real stuff
Of the people in world, and i'd be the source
With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course
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