Jealous women, jealous niggas, jealous jealous, all jealous
Know what I'm talking about?
My nigga, moose!
It be the closest ones to ya
It be the closest ones to ya
It be the closest ones to ya
Tryna maneuver and screw ya over
The closest ones to ya
Hello?
Yo, man, what's good?
Yeah, man, what's good?
Nah, man, I'm chillin' man I was wondering if I -
Nah, man, I'm busy right now. Holla at ya boy later, feel me? Matter of fact, lose my number. Matter of fact, don't ever call me again. Feel me? Alright, one hunnid
People all non-fiction, conflicting, caught in addiction, and the mister politics and conspirant whispering
Hit or miss, though
Probably busy
I hit your bitch main, she probably with me
The possibility is responsibility
It's contradicting me, there's no constricting me
No division league, just me on the corner throwing out some pigeon fees
Smokin' nicotine, broke the spliff down and rolled the ciggaweed
I know you, bitch, now you hoes is little league
5'7 but I never let him belittle me
You niggas get some help to find yourself, though
Reason they hold off on you cause you fell off
You know yourself worth living well-off
Not crying tears or fuckin' wit you, wishin' down a well though
What's sent for me is coming for me, no mail fraud
Life is great like Tony Tiger and Kellogg's
And my word is bond, nigga, fuck a bail bond
I'mma bet my own boat so I can sail off
Shorty where, but I'm working my tail off
I got these motherfuckers angry, I don't fail at all
Playing crosswords and hangman in the loft
Handlin' Mossbergs, my wife is Lara Croft
I put off in my city, you never wipe it off
I never die, I'm here forever, man, your vital's lost
I got a bad bitch, personal China doll
And she a vegetarian, like around the sorrow
You mad at me for doing me when nigga I ain't sorry
I'm making sure my seat is good so he don't have to worry
About anything cause everything is everything
And it's over when it's never seen
Know what I'm talking about?
My nigga, moose!
It be the closest ones to ya
It be the closest ones to ya
It be the closest ones to ya
Tryna maneuver and screw ya over
The closest ones to ya
Hello?
Yo, man, what's good?
Yeah, man, what's good?
Nah, man, I'm chillin' man I was wondering if I -
Nah, man, I'm busy right now. Holla at ya boy later, feel me? Matter of fact, lose my number. Matter of fact, don't ever call me again. Feel me? Alright, one hunnid
People all non-fiction, conflicting, caught in addiction, and the mister politics and conspirant whispering
Hit or miss, though
Probably busy
I hit your bitch main, she probably with me
The possibility is responsibility
It's contradicting me, there's no constricting me
No division league, just me on the corner throwing out some pigeon fees
Smokin' nicotine, broke the spliff down and rolled the ciggaweed
I know you, bitch, now you hoes is little league
5'7 but I never let him belittle me
You niggas get some help to find yourself, though
Reason they hold off on you cause you fell off
You know yourself worth living well-off
Not crying tears or fuckin' wit you, wishin' down a well though
What's sent for me is coming for me, no mail fraud
Life is great like Tony Tiger and Kellogg's
And my word is bond, nigga, fuck a bail bond
I'mma bet my own boat so I can sail off
Shorty where, but I'm working my tail off
I got these motherfuckers angry, I don't fail at all
Playing crosswords and hangman in the loft
Handlin' Mossbergs, my wife is Lara Croft
I put off in my city, you never wipe it off
I never die, I'm here forever, man, your vital's lost
I got a bad bitch, personal China doll
And she a vegetarian, like around the sorrow
You mad at me for doing me when nigga I ain't sorry
I'm making sure my seat is good so he don't have to worry
About anything cause everything is everything
And it's over when it's never seen
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