You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old
I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,
Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes
The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
He screens every call and remember the blue dress
I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress
See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess
They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that is supposed to dress to impress
And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex
They way i dress is mad.
Sneak up on attack
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,
Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold
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