Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws
That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
Yeah, since i was a knee high
Cars are passing by, guy
Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out
We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account
Pockets probably like fried food
Pink bandanna is my suit
When pac get high
Im just that type of guy
Thuggin' till the day i die
I wanna be the guy
Slowly realizing im that guy
Revelations say you either fry or fly
Hopin hes the right guy
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
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