I don't care what it did to them
And get it again and again
That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap
And like to boast and brag
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
My father was missing, war lord oliver north
And a fridge and some broccoli
I be gettin' money
And niggas flashing crazy
Living young and wild and free
And some strawberries and some chocolate
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Patron black, uh, patron jones
And nasty remains and bones
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