Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's more than a million six
Let me spit it to you niggas, while my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the real from the wishin
If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up missin
'cause on these rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas kissin
Let me spit it to you niggas, while my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the real from the wishin
If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up missin
'cause on these rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas kissin
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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