Man i challenged you thinking i had a chance
87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,
But you hate them navel kisses
You gone love it,all you must do is
And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Maybe cause i haven't done it since you been gone.
Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong
That you thought were smart, until they had a brain wash,
I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch
America's gone shit since you had britain in charge
It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong
Boy i was taught to get it till its gone
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