Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,
You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image
With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny
I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy
And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow
You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow
With rhyming skills, you in amish village
Same shit different day with a different bitch
Relax my mind smoking a joint
Seen the how-to video now he on point
Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
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