My 45

Buffering, buffering cause you ain't got no words

I can see you suffering

That ain't no lie, you just think you fly

You would be more legit lip syncing Ice, Ice Baby

That ain't even a maybe cause you too lazy

See young son your words have no meaning

We hate that shit you call singing

I hope your ears are still ringing

Hold up 'cause I'm still bringing it

You pausing 'cause you know you ain't shit

Cross me again you know you still my friend

Let us keep it real

All we have is ourselves

So learn to deal

Don't hate, you know I'm fresh

I already know you gonna steal

That is why my 45 is at your head

Start praying, shit too late you already dead.