I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach
And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks
At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box
10 chains i done copped em for the summer
You know...you know who you are
And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach
Walked up and started to creep behind her, you reached within her reach
Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle
Now most of us be rootin' for this evil
Yea i live on the beach
Not cocky, that's just honest speech
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