I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch
Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch
Your not a thug but your a bitch
Double m self made we forever rich
You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
Lemme spend a penny on your bitch
Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge
Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch
Play your card right and won't die a fake bitch.
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.
I see how your braggin about words like a bitch
Streets is calling square niggas leave a message
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