Dont fuck with the new guy
Don't ask me why
Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit
Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid
Did you meet another guy
Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
Im just that type of guy
She gotta hold her head up high
Revelations say you either fry or fly
Going school try to be the nice guy.
My dick, stupid bitches
My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes
Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit
They wince at pop music and stop stupid
When pac get high
Plant a seed, kiss this guy
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