Drop out

Bitch said she got a Man I don't give a f**k about your man at all You f****n with the wrong jack I'm just tellin you don't be givin me that But I won't be waitin around I got the type of rhymes to make the streets get clapped A lot of rappers are livin in la la land Cause the spirit with this rap is what I pack And don't fall victim to no b***h that's a fact And if you feel like you the s**t then you adapt I'm from the city where the s**t chronic is at And don't come back til your a*s get smacked I got a problem and a hundred in the duffle bags Got a black hood full of black robbers I'm finna pop me a molly and get back to double back Got a glock and a black mac and a m**********n bullet I'm gettin money out the mud like a runway fax I hate a busta so I never got a bust a*s