Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
Reminding you again in visual imagery
Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Spitting out literary imagery
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Painting a picture of pure imagery.
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position
I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition
I am the personification of rap
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
And any connotation is viewed many ways
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh
Its a metaphor for, who gives a fuck.
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