You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see
Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party
The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son
But i'm different cause hard work is all my reason.
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
And what's scary is that i'm serious though
I work.. and the weapon is off safe
But i know i see better days
Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle
Not everything i say is serious, figurative but also literal
It's a fools fatewithout your word
I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work
I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes
Furious asking is i'm serious about these scenarios.
Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart
The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,
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