Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast
Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend
We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
Jungle fever for the night
She choked, exited stage right.
What if i confess my love and mess up the only chance i have..what if i don't and just toss/
Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, i make you snap and slap your bandana off
So i persist till every swish i duplicate, yeah i'm loyal
To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker
Straight money , i aint dummy
I'm a baller, literally
Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change
But i perfected my verses, and went out on stage
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