''he'' started drinking, going to strip clubs broke vows he made to his wife
My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise
How about this fucker lays low like his mother did,
M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Im a treat em like his profile pick n make this pussy toast
I catch that touchdown like jerry rice
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
Donate to poor like you neva did
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
I get bord of watchin so i grab his heart screamin khalima and eat is like its pussy,
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,
Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live
Chromed-out mansion in paradise
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
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