![]() ![]() Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about itīoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it ![]() Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle Homie we get it, we know that you’re the greatest rapper aliveįucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss “I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah, Hailie, you rightĭad’s always mad cooped up in the studio, yelling at the mic Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a year Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (Zzz)
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