Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream
I'm a royalty nominee going all out on sheer will
My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill
Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
Are only going nsa on your ass, hiding the truth
You would think that i had a match for a tooth
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
Cummin' on your ass like i'm droppin' a creep tumor
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
I'm going on a killing spree with no precision
I came to leave behind my legacy and put this mans mind on mankind/
It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind
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