To rap while cursed by math
Why probe our ass
At the thought of being popular
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
U never being home,
I don't need no fucking throne
I'm activated by the moves your making
I ask you what's so good about being a king,
Just look at my good body
Knowing you can no longer party
You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace
U ain't good to stand in ma face,
Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook
Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,
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