You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Doggy, i'm from the land of grind
Cause some of you bitches funny
One two three, what could it be
They say i talk like im god body
One two three everybody wana be
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time
One two three four five six seven eight nine
You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
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