b**h Im that
Motherf**er that pull up, don't need no f**in ship
All you pussies talking always magne, it me f**in sick
You ain't gon surpa** me, b**h you was just on top of my dick
n***a you still got the slobber on yo lips
Aunt Jemima with the stick, this rap game been a f**in Lick
Contemplating suicide like its an outfit
Motherf**ers talkin high, like they words been bout sh**
Global be my f**in gang, this a private outfit
Motherf**ers down there right?
Thought you was down for my sh**
Fade of a Red Sun
Soul darker than my f**in tint
I ain't never been a b**h
Wonder why im f**in here?
b**h I been the f**in Ice-Magne, known for some frozen sh**
Yeah
Done came a long way from them f**in swapmeets n***a
Pain inside, concrete soul
Like I am him, Jigga
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Aunt Jemima with the stick this rap game been a f**in lick