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Uh oh, here we go, formally, wm3
One chill ass nigga, who da fuck would figya, that dis nigga life, uh,
filled wit fuckin strife, violent ass wife, fuckin up a nigga life;
couldn’t even get ta work, on time, curse a nigga out on company time,
on my clients dime, that’s why I rhyme, like all a time, I never whined,
but I grind, losin my fuckin mind, while dis bitch unwind, on my dime
So I bounce, out my crib, gotta dip, ya get da slip, so I don’t gotta get a clip.
I hope you slip, that why ty ty tried ta make you die, and thats why,
another bitch got me high, in the mutha fuckin NY, that why
Every time i go, to read to da kids, yo bitch ass get pissed, I hate dat shit,
who da fuck you think you is, tryna run shit, you fuckin bitch, you need ta quit,
yo pussy ain’t lit, always talkin shit, I only came back ta hit, that why I deserve
everything that I git, shoulda never did that shit, mediocre shit,
i shoulda quit...while I was ahead, I hated layin in bed, wit you,
what the fuck did I do, makin you my boo. Oh
Got in my truck, no longer give a fuck, cuz I make a buck, wishin you good luck,
I’m no longer stuck, feelin real free, now I reside in SC, fly as can be,
pullin out my D, for all of them ta see, formerly WM3
From CA, to the CO where da fuck he go, oh, there he go, nigga always on the fuckin go,
goin toe ta toe, poppin that flow. Yo. Oh, oh, oh
Formerly the nigga you used to know as WM3
From CO, to the SC where da fuck he be, oh, there he be, nigga always on the fuckin beach,
wit another beach, poppin that flow. Yo. Oh, oh, oh
Formerly the nigga you used to know as WM3