(Intro)

Hey guys, welcome to my English podcast

Lil Exile on da beat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Verse 1)

Lil cracker on a n***a man I ain't even try
Call me Kodak cuz I'm bout to make this audience cry
Call me X cuz you might just find me committing suicide
In that case, just know I ain't never gotten with Danae
What the fuck do you mean you done stop counting my guap
What the fuck do you mean you don't wanna sign my rap
Man I think I'll have you know
Make a milli every show
Did you know it snows in Rome
Did you know I fucked Ms. Rhodes
Just kidding man
I really wanna fuck Amaya
Maybe she'll be impressed
With my tv big Yamaha
Smoking all this fucking weed, think I'm getting nausea
Tolerance be getting high on the motherfucking regular
I am definitely high
Say hello I say goodbye
All these bitches on my side
Put avocado on rye
And I'm coppin' all these strains
Don't know if it's the right way
To utilize the term because you know I live stoner way
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Your mom ain't shit when I hit her with a brick
Maybe next time she'll realize that your penis ain't shit
Maybe next time she'll abort you when she got wit
Man I'm tripping
Why you tripping
Did you know what I am tripping
Smoked three jays in fifteen minutes
Your bitch all up in my business
I done broke up all my limits
Weed so dank it must be sticking
To my tongue and to my lips
As I suck it from the filter
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Outro)
Lil Mafia is embarrassing
Music is fucking depressing
He trying real hard suppressing
Go to church so he confessing
His mother is distressing
Her attitude perplexing
My patience it's condensing
All religion vexing