They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police
But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"
Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court
But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
My balls mike tyson in the 90s
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