I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit
Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/
But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers
I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,
And my naivete, slaving away, to a system that's oh so welcoming
Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring
Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before
Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore
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