But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something
Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running
Born alone, work alone, die alone
Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,
Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons
Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions
Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show
I'da ran away from home years ago,
How i think about you every day
Might blow your mind, from miles away
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust
An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk
Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when
And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then
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