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(Grace, Grace, Grace, Grace, Grace, Grace)
Nigga, I don't feel no man
Let too many shots off, then they bitch start click like Stan
Must not understand, they bitch to leave you where you stand
I don't think no niggas is gon' ever gon' get bad
Ben, I let me see one of them niggas, it's that bad
I was clutching to him, was clutching to him, he ain't have a chance
Nigga, put your paw down, let it ride, nigga, what you saying?
Nigga talk a lot, but they don't talk when it's by cash
Bitch, you touch my breath, I'ma put your head ass in the trash
Anything I got inside, my pocket that go through glass
Tell her that you're nice, if you ain't first, then you can't last
This'll be your last night if you touch me with your hand
I just left the ATM, tryna stuff shit in my pants
Still dickin' and hoe, she get it yellin' like I can
Lord, what you tell me, ain't no trash, though, yes, You can
I'm so goddamn geeked up, I be high when I land
You the type of nigga that be in the trash by runnin' hands
Mom, she do nails and she'll braid your hair
We, we ain't never trippin' by these girls that come in pairs
My shooter don't care, not the front teeth off your pants
I be straight smokes, nigga, I don't bring no air
Nigga, I'm not out beat, I'm just rapping on a snare
I got that evil, but I need a evil air
Shout out to my twin, 'cause he even eviler
I put some hot shit in his head like he went perm
Killed a little sweat out, I ain't let her give me none of her germs
Do you want a piercing in your forehead? That shit hurt