Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Them stupid meomeries influenced me
On the bible you can run
Call me malcolm sex or tyson
Can you beat me or not
There must be a god
Or you can keep them fresh and new
I'm after you bringing traffic through
Just bodied versace, they not me so f them
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
Let me just sit in between them,
I got 800 invisible men
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees
Or harming other humans just to hear them greave
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
Even though i don't ask them, or do when i'm tipsy
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