Sentimental on the microphone on the reala Thinkin’ ’bout the shit I done I should’a done betta Thinkin’ that I know but I don’t know betta No betta than I really know the tip of my beretta Always get sick neva really gettin’ betta Sick of the bullshit sick of nice weather 92 degrees and I’m in a damn sweater Chick roll up Get lighter than a feather Baby momma left ya cause I bone a lot betta Started kickin’ it with’a till she beggin’ for tha chedda Kick her to tha curb I don’t share my damn skrilla Don’t know about you I’m a lot betta Kickin’ it alone Gettin cut up like a shredder Make a bitch cum give it to me by the liter Won’t clean it up won’t clean it up neither Smash from the back that’s an otomotopia
There’s no other way to say what I really wanna say So I’m gonna keep it plain, it’s like this Most you mothafuckers that I know ain’t shit Can’t catch a ride so you ridin’ that dick Separate the ones tryna tell it like it is From the ones tryna bring a mothafucka down with they ass Neva trust a mothafucka wearin’ skinny jeans down to they knees Jersey of a team that they never seen Neva keep it clean I’m a downright dirty Abuser of LSD Run away with a one way ticket to a permanent dream Don’t follow me unless you wanna be free Bitch that’s a joke hoe, ain’t nothin’ free Lifetime slave to the G-O-P G-O-P slave to the G-O-D I ain’t neva seen such a thing so I don’t believe
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