Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
This is a dis to the bad rappers worldwide, elvin is fruitcake not even gonna lie tho
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
Will try and stop me, they're snaking shows, they're a blatant hoax,
This rap is not funny
We're living in a fantasy
And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
This is my time to take a stand so im not gonna pass up this chance
This leaves me to one conclusion, standing out is not a warrant.
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust
If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter
I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter
While i got my hand on the tec, wave
Dont run now, this is not a race
Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
I wrote this outta anger, not one line is a lie
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