Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
Leaving you curious about your cheerios
It’s something that’s in your veins
I'm rapping for my mates
So grab your lunch and bag it, cause i take my foes to school.
The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool
And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
And even your friends at school.
That's the sound of my tool
Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace
Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses
Its leaving nothing but resent and destruction
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
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