You haters put up your guards
I come to win your hearts
Your proboly good to
Hey mr. coach, i don't like you
Cause i can't seem to see myself
Thinking your going to keep your health,
To get to hold your hand
600 benz, house six hundred grand
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
I got to be your baby
To assassinate your reputation, and annihilate
And he's the only nigga in this particular grade
Just to fuck with your brains
While working on my mistakes
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