How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
It's a -- situation
Tastes good like a raisin
No forgive him for your own good
10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood
Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
When they hear me rocking the groove
Im good your a bunch of baboons.
Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage
Party with bitches that throw parties too much
And had a good black friday
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Your a good mc, im a lyricist,
Come here to picture how he bumping his fist
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