Michael Blackson Skit 3 lyrics

[Spoken Word: Michael Blackson & DJ Holiday]
(Holiday season)
Sosa, motherf*cker
Not Sammy Sosa, Chief Keef Sosa
Sammy Sosa is white, Chief Keef is black
That's my n*gga
Shout out to his pretty little daughter
I'm glad that girl don't look like this n*gga
But Chief Keef get more b*tches than me
And I'm hating on this n*gga right now
f*ck Chief Keef
I'ma f*ck all your b*tches and get 'em pregnant
And I'll change my name, you'll never find me ever again
I'll get surgery
I'll be lightskin with good hair, motherf*ckers
Shout out to 2 Chainz
He got robbed, now he only got one chain
Shout out to that n*gga Drake
Talkin' 'bout "bottom to the top"
n*gga, you grew up in a suburb
With a swimming pool and a housekeeper
You went from the top to the top, motherf*cker
I grew up from the bottom to the top
I grew up in a dashiki from my grandfather
I wore the same shoes from kindergarten to high school
When that sh*t got too tight
My father cut out the front and made that sh*t sandals
That's bottom to the top
Shout out to that fat n*gga Rick Ross
Talkin' 'bout, "These n*ggas can't hold me back"
Nothing can hold you back
You 400 pounds, motherf*cker
I know what you said
Talkin' 'bout you "put a Molly in her drink, she didn't even know it"
I put a diet pill in your drink
And you didn't even know it, motherf*cker