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Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Listen to me this love was not textbook

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

Everybody come with me let me tell you a story

So i write this song to let you see,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Recently, lyrics just seem to talk to me, like when you going to make cd

The door crack, niggas all black

I've read the textbook front to back/

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong