But it was written in cursive for this king to exist
Fuck that anderson leg used to be a pimp till that bitch went limp
Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell
Learned to hustle from a guy named mel
Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Who's the dude named nxt? that's a name that i've never heard
I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard
By a crackhead named june
I need a little room
And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them
I used to roll with hoes like you, but i wasn't a pimp then.
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
I'm more like a symbo, but i ain't needta pimp hoes/
Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp
Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient
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