I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think
Go back to your roots and quit being a benevolent sexist
Yup you got a lot a
Who knows what the
Never agree with that message
Hit a bitch, gain a stitch
Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand
Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,
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