Cant get enough, she likes it rough
Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus
I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems
They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts
The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,
And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror
Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights
So many likes people fighting for em like pikes
So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that
Don't be ashamed if your raps feel likes its bad
Is it possible that i can be up in the likes
My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes
Mama ain't raise no fool, true
No one likes being lied to.
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