I know he lost his mind, but skills?
As far as these bars, my flow life sentence
It’s not a game, hold your dame
We kicked it then i score, soccer game
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker
I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew
Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you
It's moe, all i need is more chips
For all the rappers and skills
Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal
Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle
That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain
Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,
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