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[intro: father’s children]
dirt and grime and filth inside
the story of my lifetime
my dirty, filthy habitat
is where i got my loving at
of cheating, stealing, never feeling
pain of a brother, your dirty mother
ha, ha, ha, look how far we are
(perfect!)

[verse 1: prince mula]
beatzy beatzy beatzy
murkin stevie soto
beatzy beatzy beatzy
el nu-mero uno

beatzy beatzy beatz
on that amari cooper
on a quest to that success
and you can drive the uber

hustling for dough
thats all i been doing
i can hear them voices talking
sound like stupid students
every dollar spent
is something that i’d rather have
so i been building my approach
like i am lenny krav

if i could never leave my lane
how could i overlap?
if i didn’t have no o-line
i wouldn’t be running back
if these rappers wasn’t sweet
i wouldn’t get no snacks
so hit em twice and help em up
and give em ice packs

beatzy beatzy beatzy
but you can call me king your highness
so bow down and clean the kicks
till they shine with brightness
then spend so much
my bankaccount finna hit the minus
ain’t got no time for these suckas
so wodie change the climate

we been stuntin years
you a couple minutes
13 droppin mixtapes
we was winning
years later
whole style gotta new replenish
so now we running to the money
paper never finish

mula mula mula mula
im that mother f-cker
told em if they got a plan
they should f-cking use it
seen em always running lips
its more that just the music
its an art form
and they just abused it

foolin foolin foolin
that’s all we been doin
stuntin stuntin stuntin
that was the influence

b-tches b-tches b-tches
always in the way
so in the end of the day
i better get my pay

dope and ceezy
zay and beatzy
we the realest
mix it to the p-ssy rapper
got his feelings spilling

stuntin on this b-tch -ss
ballin in this b-tch
so if you calling for that beef
get ya number switched

your posse
ain’t got nuthin on me
sh-t ain’t crazy
twitter fingers show yo side is just some ladies

this ain’t a diss track it’s a psa
i hope yo next school dance
got this sh-t we playing
so shouts to them hittas
that be never fake
i mean
f-ck stevie soto
i got everybody saying

so why the f-ck you always rapping over justin bieber beats?
that sh-t be weak
wodie we don’t play that in the street
okay, you tryina be like cole
but lackin all the soul
you tryina be like kendrick
but yo sh-t ain’t ever offensive

put sosa on a beat
now that sh-t gang related
we be chillin at the spot
and everydays a celebration
i’m the sh-t mother f-cka
and yours, is constipated
tryina diss off all the sh-t
think you, you contemplated

im a mother f-ckin rapper
im something authentic
put the cash in a rubber band
mercedes benz it

[outro: prince mula and father’s children]
beatzy baby
that’s the facts on your b-tch-ss
so who?
wh-who jumping over stevie soto?
lil beatzy baby always jumping over stevie soto

ha, ha, ha, look how far we are

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