We den turnt it up now it's at the max
I miss your hand, give me one chance
Your now another inspiration for me
And the discography, somethin' you got to see
No one knew the real me
Summertime in the city
No one votes for me, just check the poles
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist
One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.
Says he's looking for the right one
Work straight out the kitchen
Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your
But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door
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