Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
When im waiting for mealtime at school
Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort
Every sport making baskets at the court
Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
And for sport i'm gonna finish you; lyrically not physically
This shit is like a sport we do,
I'm here tryin' to pull you through
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
That was till she chose a school
Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,
Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport
Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord
Killin' for sport, but i'm still ignored/
I style on new york, pile up my fork
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