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2022, we still not paying producers?
according to the new food chain
you’re lying about being consumers;
with no money in your hands
you claim you tryna chase the bag
but j.p morgan’s deep in the loophole
we call it ‘the fdic caught your scams’
the uk drama
i saw them cover it on the joe budden pod
curiosity crawling
like what’s that got to do with my job?
a brit man married an american swag
what’s so drake ‘headlines’ bout that?
piers morgan havin’ a bad morning
distaste in the og white man’s mouth
nothing giving prince harry humor
but seeing the parliament go down
don’t know what’s monarchy
that’s no american dream archetype
william shakespeare, reborn
the shake jar of talenti gelato apricorn
i got many bars to pressure your barometer
evidence with no logic
that’s a closed*case with geometry proofs
blackmailing the black male
why we resorting to simple treachery
been tryna lock in with zero handouts
but you know i write all the worksheets
characterless protagonist
antagonizing my future wishes
i’m never worried about internet exiles
i rile myself up to find the hidden secrets
the sooner i find my baby’s treasures
the quicker i can protect it
men nowadays, a little too many with the money
stealing more than virginity
thiefing noor from angel isa
champagne papi been sober from day 1
cut the man some slack, kodak
cardi b can recycle all of that
wondering why i don’t fuc* with a yachtie
perhaps because it’s whacky
thwackey with the baby drums
thwipping like peter parker’s training
showing you the ropes so you keep swinging
but you’re weak so you try to hang off it
they don’t put adult swings in the hood
perhaps because you keep tweaking
hanging yourself from your own woes
but a sinless life you keep evading
kinship in a kingdom
nepotism in its finest form
i don’t need to know you
to know the intentions you give up
2016, we were french fries in the contact
a researching, presearching, rehearsing love
i’d call that the purest form of certification
drizzy drake aubrey
graham crackers on the beat
cracker jack snacks
eminem would call that pop, sweet
hood rat or good rat
not sure why they running the west village
traumatizing the bar manager a little
i think that’s more than a food handler’s violation
they called you ‘angel’
must mean you a real life devil
adoption is a lie, you just struggling amnesia
crack*rock on your wrist
canadian goose with the fakest feathers
wanna know a real ‘threat’, bp’s pus*y*a*s*man
what ‘bout the feds taking your little baby, fam
got your b*tch lookin’ real malnourished
posting insecurities just to get some help
smoking all that bouff
when you responsible for her food
patron to a henny
cardi’s sister’s embarrassed to take your rent
who wants murder money from a fat bum
can’t fit into your jeans
so you managing in your neighbors sweats
maybe eating all that porky
is only making your tischi’s dorky
you a real life pygmalion myth
‘animal farm’ prophesied this sh*t
you playing mind games with a magician?
420 420, but you failed at elementary math
couldn’t even add the 3 numbers
nonetheless learn how to divide
high school dropout
sheeeesh this why the age restriction above 20
its thick men like you, looking like the us adele
gonna accidentally suffocate your kid
cause you knocked out from the backwoods
50 times the size of a blue whale
yikes, thats too much blubber, no cap
r&b voice, you think you got
it’s that beat & instrumental that carries
lucario with that power*up punch
but you jealous my baby came married
check yourself, before you wet yourself
please don’t p*ss all over your own w*lly
c*cky ain’t a compliment, fool
glocky for your forehead, silly
gambinos be gambling too much
casino’s gotta shut their front doors tight
sacrificing your child’s life for some bud?
nahh, you know these juicers on some cokey
bx till you die, you sure?
i was told your grandma lives in corona
why you abusing that pretty girl of yours
was there a reason to squeeze her throat?
poor little baby boy you got
wouldn’t it hurt you to watch him go
nanny service in new york city
that’s a real bit*h’s main telfar
thinking its the pack we missing
lol it’s the baby you gotta surrender
raping a girlfriend is very possible
wives & moms, all protected under the law

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