That's what rains for
Mother, o my mother!
I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel
A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real
I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow
Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o
When you yell at me and whack me with a pine
Getting head counting bread, at the same down time
Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean
Maintaining my modest modest as i dream
Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time
Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine
Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow
Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o
I'm the head coach of the team
Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean
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