Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match
My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Now i need something in my stomach cause i haven't ate
And he's the only nigga in this particular grade
In my mom's stomach, came out like a deer
And this the endso good luck with your career
To livin in a house with food my stomach
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
If everybody play their position, we can win this thing
I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,
Fill my lungs portray for the moment embracing until my stomach turns
Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works
Came out the game, full stomach and some bones
With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes
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