I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,
Once a date, then comes a plate and i can't operate,
Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate
Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder
When i flip y'all pussies hide and cower
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
And when that 16th minute comes then i won't hate myself
Half your body laying on my chest
And burn in hell when it comes to an end.
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
She comes and follows me on my trips
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson
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