Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
Suddenly i felt something crawl onto my lap
Even if my legs are broken i'd honestly rather crawl
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball
You drivin like your 80 vehicle is slow to a crawl
She prefer the dutty wine
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep
Crawl before you walk, chew before you eat
I never smiled as a juvenile
The one who can´t even show a real smile
My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall
I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl
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