Like sally mae on college debt
These cops trippin' now they want me dead
Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,
Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'
Forever in debt to the lord for he's given
Don't test me unless you got the balls
They calling me often to offer me walls
Create life with the beats, alicia keys
His balls hang awkwardly isosceles
Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.
Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
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