hi folks my peoples whats good/
scratch that bring it back,
niggas whats hood/
I swear these bitches must not know about me/
ever since I heard bout the one in for over up in dc/
now I keep rubber on me right next to my id/
i dont care if she pretty/
the first three on my mind is money, broads, & is my gun off safety/
I got it locked nigga
front, back, side to side/
I get it in nigga
I don't need no astroglide/
I'm trying to get them drawers,
but u can say ah maybe/
haha yeah ah baby/
I got the hypnonic flow,
that make em go super crazy/
see me, I rap my shit right and tight/
so when she say I think I might be pregie,
I cut her off at I think I might/
hold up there someing you don't know bout me/
happyness is a fairy tale & im in hot pursuit of it/
sometimes I get to a point where I'm comfy being depressed & want to stop chasing it/
But thats till I become like a fiend& chasing it just for a lil taste of it/
starting to think maybe this lifetime that I wasnt made for this/
But fuck it Im ghetto and grimy otherwise known as gods favor-rit/
so when my names in ya mouf bitch savior it/
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