I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb
As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom
Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
Be a king? think not, why be a king when you can be a god?
But that's not your style that's why i say i hate you
Wanna know what i been through, what you into
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
Why don’t you fuck off and stick to playing checkers
If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block
With me/ why did gods and their fate stop to relate/ our paths and not
You were always the one saying its time to stop, so why not?"
A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot
Or,"why you smashed and passed,"
If you ever feel alone and
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