Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Hopin' that my niggas see
And you would have thought we
How proud i would have had you made, but through self-pity i forgave you
Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through
We fight then we have make up sex
After lebron, i'm what's next
You would bet on malcolm sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
All the girls wanna have sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
That you would no longer have emotion
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