Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
With your head in the clouds it must be hard to see, the route ahead where
Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you
Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to
Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close
Or you'll subscribe to my youtube account zayjoshlive i started editing videos
I'm talking first place, ten stacks in your account
I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
You see him as a god
But hows this, your the laughing stock
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