jus because this bitch dropped an E/
now e thinks hes a muthafuckin G/
dw why u tryna b like me?./
so why do you cry when u see blood/
and u think u the bad boy of the hood/
now think ur self luck that ur still stood/
and not bin shot down, ur body bleedin when it hits the ground/
u aint no rapper, u just a poet/
a sit poet and u dont no it/
i'll take u to Iraq, snap ur head bak and leave u like that/
im the fresh prince of bell air/
u the fresh prince of bell end/
u had ur go 1st but i got the end.