Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up
Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars
But my life isnt perfect , always ran from the cops
I need a backyard full court size
My balls die for the thug life
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
I searched and i searched but i never found the answer
Then i sat on my disk, opened the inter-net, searched the site, guess what i found:
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall
No love at all no love for my natives at all
Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
Nothing but me and the love of my life nonstop battling,
Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming
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