My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,
And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care
This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root
Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women
Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,
Square to me the basics you see
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
Get it be there or be square
Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere
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