ain’t tryna kick I ain’t mr myyagi , bitches be fans they act paporzze, i bet yo ass bred you get z’d like a zombie , throw up sun drugs that was steady inside me , ain’t in bed but you tuck right beside me , throw up them 4 ain’t no time to debate , drac walk him down today it’s his day, walk in the crowd I ain’t in no parade , pop like this perc when im over there this gate, Ain’t no reason I should feel this way, Ion care ewho he with we a shoot dad or bae, catch him n traffic send sum to his face, bet check the score cuz y’all usually late , dont care if im fool I’ll still take ya plate, give it to bro make sure That he ate , candles get when it’s final you