And none drum, iller than ninth wonder
She cries for help but no one saves her
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Her kitty purr, feel bad for her, my dick considered weaponry
It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke
So go ahead, give this phony you'r vote,
Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips
You got apps to vote for those raps
She do it with no hands
Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall
Its all political this vote between us all
Since i was left with no hope
He dreamed to get on his raps 10000 vote
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
Nows not for her to be shamed,
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