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Opps would love to hear about my death
Opps on my back watch my step
Hot like a lighter you can’t match
They hate cos i know where the paper at
Flow filthy come and bathe me
Bitches on my dick going crazy
Man i know your bitch like me slightly
Man your bitch wanna bite me
Cos your bitch know feltzyy great
Ooo your bitch wanna consummate
Blunts same size as light sabers
Whose out there to save us?
Bitch wanna stare at my sneakers
Bitch bump me thru your speakers
Pump me ’til your ear start’s bleedin’
Ima keep going till the whole world notice’s
Ive gotta maintain and stay focused
Ohh they say I’m not a rapper
Ima drop a album then promote it in Atlanta
Oh oh oh they say that I’m a brat
Im just tryna get me on the map
Track after track gotta keep it strong
Eyes like a hawk now the money call i ball
I ain’t no fool falling into your tricks
This is my life so ive got my own pick
Bitch I’m so sick they call me Ebola
Bitch on my pole like totem
Fully loaded i already done told ’em
Fully loaded better know i hold ’em
Weight on my shoulders pain on my head
Climbing over obstacles the size of mountains
Man i would love to go New York
Man you gotta watch where you walk
They like ooh why does this white boy try and rap
Dont judge a book by its cover so turn a page and listen to a track
Ive got weed ive got money now they wanna be my friend
And when it runs out there be gone again
Just remember that I’m the man
Make sure I’m in your top ten
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