Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.
I work hard for everything i get
Food for thought is like candy to a mind that's open to any
I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury
Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food
But rather than singing non praise the dude
No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,
This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
The items is all they want
Let me breathe hard like it was hard
Than the muse of a family
And junk food that's been feeding me.
Hold up, check that his food for any lice,
She don't really care about anyone advice
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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