text: I dont fuck with cancer, its been fucking with my mama 
  And I dont use my bank account, I count too many commas 
  And niggas claim they looking for me, hurry up and find me 
  And you can send a contract but Ill prolly never sign it 
  Im the hottest trappin rappin nigga out the Carolinas 
  And weed as bad as alcohol, so I sell it to minors 
  And she not that bad after all, that makeup had me blinded 
  I got so much fucking paper in my bag, I need a binder
  I hopped off the airplane jiggin, Im on Hennessy, no molly 
  They gangsta on the internet, they see me, never try me 
  And Ill drop to my knees and talk to God, Im feelin godly
  Keep me way from hatin niggas fore I end up catchin bodies
  Damn, he hatin on me, he was just beside me
  God damn, fuck that nigga, everything about him
  God damn, all I need is two forties, fuck a rifle
  Need to take my ass to church and get some help, pick up a bible
  I cant change the way Im livin, askin God can he forgive me 
  All the trials and tribulations that Im facin 
  Allegations that Im fakin
  Pull up on me, bitch, Im waitin, Ima squeeze on this big .40
  Fore they take me, Ima take em, fuck waitin
  Made me switch the tags up on the rental
  Pull up shooting out the window
  My nigga never really liked you
  You gon fuck around and make me send him
  Im a mothafuckin mastermind, before I break the rules, Ima bend em
  Like Im 15,000 in my denim, take them pictures hopping off the sprinter, bitch
  Huh, Ms in my, uh
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