Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level
Get on my level, i wont tell you why i write, its confidential
He’s clearly not the one my mom expected on mother’s day
I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
You better watch your back because your mom is on the loose for twinkies
That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit
My god's won, death's been cheated
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Nay-nay i cheated death, but i still got you stressing.
Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom
You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm
You just wonder why your girl is on my dick then
The race war, when it's us against all of them
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