Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right
This grit is what im feeling but i aint got a light
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not
On the first level, amma show you what i got
Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste
Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised
This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot
Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top
It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate
Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.
These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store
Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more
And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck
Just a feeling i got, like something's about to happen but i don't know what
But instead i got shot and was like what the fuck how
Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now
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