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"You're acting like you're ashamed to be dark skinned, like it's okay, like I still love you for the dark skinned boy that you are, like, you know"
Before I rapped this verse, they told me spazz Thought I was winning in that race till I got hurt, I finished last
Popeye's and Church's chicken, nigga, we save Cane's for last Her moms would say I'm tripping, but she giving head for cash
He tried to scam, but ain't got VPN, so he gon' do the dash She just left the fam and got freaky on cam, I'm feeling bad
Clam like Chowder, backshots getting louder, now she's screaming, DAD! Asked for my location, we know 12 is chasing, he a fed
Said, you can't stay here, he gon' say I'm racist, now that boy upset Said, I can't let you, just know when they catch you, I'll know what you said
The next morning, he was out, and it's a (GLAHH!) right his head hospitalized hole in his mouth, deliver jellos to his bed
Find out where he stay and we get his room number I hope he don't think of you safe, cause I know where you lay, so just stay inside for the summer
Said, you gon' hop out that V with the K, but your momma not letting you drive with the bummer I know some niggas that play with the Drake, they ain't hoppin' on live, they gon' shoot up a function
They like the battery bunny, they thumpin' I know some niggas that scared to run ones, and they say they can fight, but they really be jumpin
I know some women that hop on a diet, and still eatin' donuts, they get it from Dunkin' Jump out the gym thinkin' I can dunk
You play AAU, get your vowels, confused, thinkin' that you a chAmp, you a chUmp Your man's got shot in the back with no splat, we smokin' his pack, yeah, we rollin' it up
Yeah, we rollin' him up And if you didn't get that last bar, switch the A and U around for a champ
That's tough, if you think about it, though
Let's go This nigga mad, I hit his hoe
Your momma bad, I'll let you know She had ass, we do, I think it's fat, and then I said fasho
I don't even like eatin' that bread, but I get dough
Feelin' like Peter Pan, I'ma get Wendy's She heard my music, she feelin' offended
I'm in the back of her tonsils like I was the dentist I got 3 hoes (ho, ho, ho) , but you know I can't go down the chimney
She gave me head in the back of the Denny's Wearin' Dior, but she smell like Fendi
Deep in her guts and I'm hittin' her kidneys I'm "all the man that she need" like she Whitney
It's really gettin' too easy, man, like, mm, mm, let me stop