Gotta lotta stuff, fool
And even your friends at school.
My time with their half-witted reviews
After school me and a crew cruise
They say i'm too nice to be a rapper
In addition she disappeared shortly after
After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,
This is everything that we call hype
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price
Igniting cheeko is sparking fear,i rip lines-make mind binds-my lyrics make eyes
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms
That i will leave earth with her
Splatter guts n' catchya after
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