is dat all u got
cmon rookie u aint saying nothing just growling loud like a wookie/
star wars, not actually cuz how can his flow be on mars when he spittin all these fallacies/
he a bird nigga that dont even check if its sprinkles on his bag of weed/
just smoke it and get high like carolina trees/
if i c u in person id probably damn y aint ur dad pull out to skeet /
lmao u can be mad at me/
but imtryin to figure out why he cuff the skeez, like a metro cop, f.e.d./
or have her in chains like mr .t/
told u youngin im sicker with the flow, im lookin at ur flow/
and shake my head cuz like emmanuel lewis u aint never gonna grow/
this battle how far u wanna go/
u mamma wanna be the teather ball just connected to my pole/
and i probably sold some shit for her nose/
and like a true fiend in love she followed the x and the o's/
u thought u was gonna come wreck on a foe/
na jo so far u late on that like the letterman show/
thats light
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