.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock
I'm in my bedroom on my small bed, just typing up lines,
Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights
My balls mike tyson in the 90s
And i'mma keep ya fresh
You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything
Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting
Through the years tryin to stack a little green
Seems like there s a killer on the scene
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Got my clothes togeather had a meeting with universal
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain
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