Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream
Didn't even call me when january 2 was my thirteen
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.
Thirteen years old, and i'm spittin' sixteens,
That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets
May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,
But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned
They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol
Have you ever met a fifteen year-old more lyrical/
She said it was my fault that he caressed my 9 year old body/
Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party
That i dreamed since i was roughly thirteen
Exclusives, y'all never seen
Still moving forward like a 2 year old
And copy what's hot until that goes cold
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