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(I'm trackin)
I've been that nigga since birth
Give a fuck about what you heard
Better watch what you gon say
Niggas die over nouns and verbs
Better stay yo ass inside
Gotta pray and hit that church
On the real need a love doctor
That love shit really hurt
Been wrestlin with pain
Pop perk I feel like Kurt
He sippin Kidtussin
Do that shit even really work?
Off the 42 I be turnt
Show Love and I hit like Jackie
Know a skater who really blow
Keep a trombone in his khakis
Pray for the ones above
cnd the ones I'm sendin too
She mad that we don't talk
Who tf is stoppin you?
That thirty in his face
We be playin peek-a-boo
Gelato in my lungs and the gas in the room
Drank gon make me dance
Tell the bitch I'm cool
Better mind ya manners or the blicky say achoo
I was high in class
clways hated school
Sorry I ain't hit you bitch I had a lot to do
I'm turnin up fr
I'm the man
Win or lose
I keep the xan and yoppa
Just in case I need a boost
You niggas down by thirty now you wanna call a truce?
My young nigga been itchin and he wanna drop the NUKE
Bitch I cannot save you I'm not Batman this is Bruce
You claimed all the money that I'm gettin is a fluke
Bitch I'm sick as fuck I feel like Jordan with the flu
Dead laughin at you
LOL
Hang off a noose
Sota kid be talkin she gon listen when he speak
Had to cut her off these boujee hoes ain't for the weak
But she was a freak
Bad as fuck and body tea
But had no ambition
Guess they sell it separately
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