Got bullets dyin to meet you
And all the shit you went through
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
No one winning chance you even got
To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks
You got some half baked lyrics
Uhh, and i'm ill
You say i got no skill?
But you got assumptions
When you spill out hits
You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes
Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes
The science and the art, africa
You say you got a nigga
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
If you ain't got talent,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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