FEELIN LIKE Baker Ya Maker

[Verse]
Got some Anna on your chest for me then bitch, bring it on
I don't need no fucking back up I don't need no fucking tone
Got my left and my right to lay you on the fucking ground
Blood leaking from your face as you make a screaming sound
I'm a motherfucking man and I say what I feel
I ain't talking on the net Bitch I keep it fucking real
Face to face you know the deal, cowards say they don't want it
Bitch I know the shit I've done so there's no need to fucking flaunt it
South side, south side, till the day, till I die
Hoe I rep it to the fullest yes I say that shit with pride
Just a young white boy who ain't never had shit
Told I never be shit so now I'm here to chance it bitch
Too thick, too thick, Doomshop is the click
Sixset murking bustas lettin em know who run this shit
If you got a fucking problem
If you got something to say
Then bring that shit to the floor
Baker ain't the one to play
Ya Bitch

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