Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life
Stuck in a vice, hide your kids and hide your wife
They tested with stress that they under
At the thought of being popular
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
And speak to suburban kids
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,
I gotta tell you that my love is true
Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.
And older women put a nigga on their bucket list
Go back to your roots and quit being a benevolent sexist
This is like love, that you can never get
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger
We all want that great feeling of being popular,
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