no i ain't looking no ad-lib
these likkle man ain't put in no badness
i am on a fully grown madness
could be you that the bullet hole catches
and i swear down that i couldn't hold back g and let the pussyholes have me
i remember when he couldn't go mac d's
and he took his whole canteen
this kind of confidence can't be dented
i don't like what your friend is
you know the story's ending
all four of your bredrins on the floor and them tings
you came back and they jacked your rental
used to go mad with a pencil
you want know who put out your info?
dumb dumbs and i pull out the bimbo