And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books
And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,
After this eighth be high like out of middle school
Gotta thank god for keeping my life cool.
Me for the rest of my life
Because i see right through your disguise
Ay yo you wonder who i are
My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol
Epic, they used to feed me detours
My raps is better then yours
But that wasnt my business so it certainly aint yours.
Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
My rhymes are neat unlike yours,
I flash smiles at the mean looks
Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for
Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor
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