My daughters & my sons

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Yo I'm too real for the shows.
I want ice grillz not these hoes.
 
Shits pickin at me.
Like every lady wanna copy.
I'm Peepin shit that didn't stop me.
I'm a trendsetter I cause different weathers.
Can I get any better.
My ambition is gold everything.
Walking in benjamin's not owing niggas
Who I'm not letting in.
Knock three times and I might just end your free lines.
Quit the shouting on the mic.
I'm probably sure if I speak the flow low it would mean more, right?
I'm the real hype.
After this I'm sure they gonna jukes the spoof.
And I'mma lose my cool wave my magic wand and poof.
I forgive my daughters and my sons.
But my goal is to be number one.
 
Yo I'm too real for the shows.
I want ice grillz not these hoes.
 
These folks ain't ready.
I'm legendary.
Bust downs fighting for the part.
So I'm coming hard.
Ladies been jelly.
I get it I'm the adversary.
You can never share my dream.
These phonies is just another cut in scene.
I'm the vogue in magazines.
Keep an eye on me.
This is holy it's the matrimony.
I should merk these bunch of phonies.
I'm on that one train.
Strutting in that balmain.
Married to my destiny.
But fate is trying to get with me.

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