You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge
U speaking currency, now u talking my language.
We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u
Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due
Chillin' with homies and family
I think its kinda funny
My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass
You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash
U still think why u dont have any fan
They talk say cool jew na the man
She gonna dance when that molly through
U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him
O really ! u think u r very smart playing with someone's emotion
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
What do u think will happen when we all die
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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