I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
They keep sendin shots, i might just start
See, where i come from is hard
So i'mma talk about a little bit of that
Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...
I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,
I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny
Well i live for the haters
So you finally got the nerve
I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent
Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!
I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
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