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It be like queenâs kid with the face like Jim the Anvil,
Night hard, I play the part smoking night shot
My mindâs sharp like a shape off from Dominicans.
Thereâs no confession when Iâm sending fucking cinnamon
Women rocking double colored leaning in front of beginning
I see you lie, you use pretending, better watch who you be befriending.
My shit is profound, I shoot the pistol with the whistle sound
And cast the show before I hit the ground.
Then pill off just like the skin of the pepper.
Order jacket that Iâm packing, âcause Iâm twisted in level,
Donât get it twisted, keep the biscuit sour but shake its shadow,
Getting fly just like the ship with the feathers,
You could be laying face down if you sold shoes
Or leave you covered in a blanket man, you wonât lose,
Iâm from a place where kids are shaking for some cold shoes,
Hand out of pocket with a hakey on a bold trouce
Itâs me.