I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
Last level reached and i'm the final boss
You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal
I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here
Good kids make bad grown ups
I'm boss like van damme with the trucks
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss
Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids
Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids
We are servants and god is our boss
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
And we havin' rough sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
Convertibles with turbo jets
It wasn't about the sex
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