If a nigga didn't fake like them
They'll never become better men
We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men
Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
If you're such a powerful being lord, then answer me why.
If your mind is on sex you must got esp then
Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men
I say i’m wrong, you say come again
Rich white and black white-washed men/
Ok now everythings wonderful
Ill send back with something powerful,
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
So powerful call me the president
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam
I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
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