Cause you love me, call me daddy
Or two. or maybe three?
We once came from fields of cotton to roses
Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this
Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
Gotta be something for me write this
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
Normally i order three or four of these
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
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