Since the day i retracted the lie
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
And i know that your supply
How we're livin a lie
Bitch whyd you have to lie to me
Third ward general, young cash money
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it
He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.
Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast
They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,
That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with
Beautiful sky ogopogo mythology lie
Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die
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