On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine
I spit that furious five fight sessions with every line
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of
My momma a og which makes me a don dada
Get that dick out ya mouth and let maddie hold it for ya,
Trying to get away, but i think im stuck
That turns out to be dress. hold up!
For all that deals,but i got nothing to hold
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
I had to stop the perfect girl in her act so my aunt wouldn't see the scene that's obscene
"'i'm readily relishing at developing eloquent elements that i hold in esteem
And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns
At least after your bid, ain't no student loans
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