At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton
And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,
Attributes of aristotle from the era of alabaster archways and ancient aqueducts.
Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Of being rich and powerful
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
From the back seat, back seat
Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors
Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,
And deal with the hell that was in front of me,
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck
From the face of this earth and soak in your blood
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes
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