* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics
I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids
Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.
Step up to the mic and i'm full of rage
Got in more trouble as i got up that age
I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry
Just another type of guy, that lives to get by
Did you meet another guy
Why you call me back? don't lie
Contagious contagion, i am a female but you niggas take the apron..
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/
Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first
Three j's took me this high
Im just that type of guy
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