Top ranked, number one my son
Get of the mic, beat it and run
Double m-g not to mention we got that
Days turned for the worst as i run home naked
Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really
That i run errands for these bitches quickly
Going for the long run
I can only imagine
This how i hear it different
Went on the run it isn't
And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care
That the pope, ain't gonna make anything fair, you just beter beware
Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke
Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope
This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke
U got fire? nope, ur skills about as alive as the pope/
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