Cause my mother let me do what i want
Like a small garage in your backyard
Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic
Fuck em up with my dick
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections
I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love
I just wanna rip him into small pieces
Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake
Marking me down for a small silly mistake
Yes bitch, that's a presidential
My trademark im small and mental!
They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small
My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall
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