Girls fast how jamaicans run
I went to get the gun
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Who's talent went to remission
Ha, and the bitches all gone
I think where i went wrong.
The monitor went beep,
Cause talk is cheap
And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went
Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend
Tryin hard to hide my face
We went our separate ways
The diss went from witty
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Blow up on this society
So i went home to study
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