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Oh yes This one's for those of you just ain't woke yet, ho-tep You rich but you broke nigga just don't know yet, ho-tep These rappers ain't woke yet, security back 'em, ho-tep Ho-tep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes, that's a toe-tag Mine as well have Mayweather back ya at a Black's match-up, protest That's that write-a-check-you-can't-cash, I might have to collect That's that yo ass is bleeding, that's that kotex I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes This one's for little bro who big bro ain't come back from the store yet Ho-tep, I'm here for blessings sent my direction, no less This one's for those who don't know they pops not invincible yet Trick bitches hoes that don't know just how nasty they are They out here wearing the same tongue ring they ain't change from ten dicks ago yet Hopefully that scope on that AR don't take my focus to places where I put fakers in comas longer than daytime soapas Any calendar day I'll Halloween like late October I'll bury these niggas up under the Devil's playground, playtime's over Your bitch fine, dawg, I can't deny it She tryna be my wife on the side, I ain't invited I just step over the ring and hit the bitch like Andre the Giant Papa used to beat on me often for not being perfect THOTs used to call me tar baby, cops taught that I'd be worthless Mama gave birth to only one dark child like Rodney Jerkins That taught me to focus on what's inside y'all and not the surface Aus Songtexte Mania