Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam
And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters
I know you're my fan, go back to the bleachers
Everyone is bf fan,
Big shit popping, i'm the man
Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind
Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child
Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur
If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number
But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.
Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man
U still think why u dont have any fan
You always say you wasn't ready for no man
Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck
Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up
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