Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever
No beat, but i get my rhyme on
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
Get on my level son
Tryna find the one
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,
You see dem boys sign me to the scope right
Beats on repeat, have to get my mind on my side
But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book
My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good
Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars
Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves
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