Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
Me, for all the baggage that you carry still
You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,
The worst kind of pain is when you smile
Run for cover and return fire
If you from the streets i feel your pain
And reflect on the rap game, i came
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
I’m the guy in mask and you the fag around the blocks
But now invisible cells around your brain
Radiation bursts and you cant hold back the pain
The pain of knowing you fucked up, but you may never change
Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page
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