Since we begin, i'm a twisted man, my fam will never understand my plans.
Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance
Ya'll wife and white knight her
And i pull my trigger
Check my criminal record, i'll pull out my fencing sword
Oh, not again! another critic writing report
I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit
Young money motherfucker we the shit
All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full
And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull
I lose my mind pull out my nine and i start capping
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
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