Balling, but it’s not a game
My middle names shane, no shame
Middle name shane, born all the same
Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
Need more flava like mustard,then mustered and mastered
This a different motor man better go to work
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy
The wrong drink, the right work
He eats rows of em with mustard
Drug dealer shane, lame eh?
My block, that's right! heh
Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds
Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs
While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt
You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,
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