Celibate

Fresh up out the rubble I just rose up out the mist

Bent out all outta shape my rich in pride is counterfeit

Girls just make me sick I need a sec' to get a grip

Strive for celibate but these hoes blowing up my shit

Done a lotta' crime but being fine my first offense

She hanging on my hip just like the blicky on my mans

Hang of her off a cliff I clip and leave em' in suspense

Toss her ass aside to hit a slide and bust my dance

Hard for us to hear the truth I know we both relate

Lift ya hands up off my neck and let me state my case

Take them hands up out my pants and listen to me speak