Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny
What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect
So gon' and be my dealer baby
When you be talking bout me
It's a battlejust for tha big money
Yeah homie what you know bout me?
Exciting yes i'm talking bout
In her defense she a part of the crowd
But you wasn't talking reckless bout the police back then
I came through with diseased semen on my pen
Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta
You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha
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