They claim it as their own, africa
But being crazy man i could of told yah
And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/
Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town
Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry
I remember. yah, it was saturday
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
Leave the ill, get the strong when i watch yah blood spill
But lil yah-yah was stubborn, yo he did not listen,
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
Evertime i see yah face,i just wanna give them lips a taste,
But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,
This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different
Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,
Sometimes i just feel like a motherfucking demon, i’m caged,
Evertime i see yah face,i just wanna give them lips a taste,
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