Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back
Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack
I punch a hole in the wall
Now we must stand tall
But it was written in cursive for this king to exist
You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped
Baby i am professional
Smack yo ass with a pistol,
Or your closest friend gets put in a hole
My goal is going gold with out selling my soul
While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar
When i step up out the maserati car
Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message
Roll it up in papers to burn a hole like a dutch
Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal
Of coming here, putting fear like a buccaneer in yo ear, ya hear?
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