I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down
Tried to find ammo but it's none around town
Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low
I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo
Tap the glass lightly then crescendo
Yeah, now here's the memo
I came through with diseased semen on my pen
You can run from them you can run with them
Ain't finna peak yet
I'm writing this off my head
Fill a glass, discussing universal healthcare
It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair
Walk right behind you being invisible
To make karma come faster than she normally will
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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