A new world order, with a new constitution
I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion
My style is on point like a decimal/
Yeah come holla at your uncle
Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers
New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,
My lyrical style took a while for me to develop.
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
It was different version and a different style.
I know they gon' see me unless they senile
I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style
New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,
And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth
There was a flood of emcees tryna hop on and bite the style,
Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while
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