You know...you know who you are
Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
Until they see a forbidden fruit that looks awesome but lethal//
Hand to hand in the cold
All these things until they unfold
And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with
It dips and it plunges until they die with a twitch in their pulses
And i'm still considered a child
Cause i’m back on my grind
Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause
I'll rap until i die or my dick and balls fall off
My whip is new but i'm playin' old school
And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,
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