Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse
Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers
We are the dead, ain't no denying it
And tired of his shit and tries to just split
We are bred by consumerism
Ok, black panamera, dash on a million
If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare
We feel that connection we are different from every pair
We forever be real, we' are made of teal
I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here
Are feet as we keep going,
Hold it, keep rolling
We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.
Try and pull me over, i will not stop
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