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HA ayit let me get lots of things of my chest,

I definitely aint gonna say im the best

But yall could put on the test, ill try ma best, if i get it wrong lemme hit a bong

But dont expect me to stop selling tree

I wont stop for any reason, yall better call dr.reason

And ask his son spoken reason if he need more fucking dro, he better send me them hoes

If you give me a reason not to sell, yall better ring a bell cuz thats most def fucking treason,

I do it every god damn season, I be putting whack rappers in their fuck boy place,

Bitch i need my fucking space,

Yall better not be giving me some shit with it laced,

CUZ IMA KILL YOU AND LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE

Why you bein hella sus and a bitch,

Return my money back, fuck it ima go on attack,

Ive been two long on the defensive, aint tryna say anything offensive

BUT FUCK THESE WHACK RAPPERS, YALL THINK YALL SO DAPPER

YALL THINK YALL GOT FUCKIN SWAGGER, BITCH U DO GOT A TYPE

AND THATS A 9MM 2 UR DOME IMA FUCKING GO HOME

IMA GRAB A BAT AND HITCHU WITH THAT

MAKE U SHED A TEAR AND IMA GO AHEAD AND FUCK UR MOM

TILL THE SUN BE UP AND MY DICK BE LIMPY AS FUCK

YOUR MOM SAID IT WAS HARD LIKE A TRUCK

YOUR DAD AINT GIVE YOU NO GOOD FUCK, DEUCES