Quit bro get out my battle winning me is a fable
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple
But i think your just hungry for a bit of food, you got a better chance at winning this battle
All this paper i fold
I got a watch wit all gold,
Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell
Even a 'winning round' here #is fixed... they will fix you as well
The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.
Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold
That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying
If everybody play their position, we can win this thing
Black woman you cold
I got a watch wit all gold,
Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
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