Wish i could put these feelings into words
You hear the words coming from my lips bastards
Shout out bobby on hundreds
Through prosperity of words
That try to chase these skirts
Drumming, and processing these words
Rap's not just pop that repeats three words
Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards
Anything worse than my words
Feel like i’m movin' backwards
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words
Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards
Money got my fam going back words
Besides actions speak louder than words
Love my women with high heels and high standards
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