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Baby I'm a poet and I know it words make her wetter than Moët

Order the croquettes cause I don't eat no pets

Red meat dead meat when I get a post beat

Oh damn post man you delivery faithfully like a postman

Never ran the block but was always on my post man

Daily coping from childhood grew up in a wild hood

Gun shots on the floor we dropped found us a sweet spot

The streets hot so I invested into a jump shot

Swish had the handles but I tried to handle too much shit

I shot so much and fuck around and now I cant miss

Still with the same niggas that I came with

You know why cause niggas ain't on the same shit