And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
The outline which you n****s out dated
We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,
I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom
You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably
All you do bum around, yea quit trying to stop me
And it ain't no problem
You know you like dick up your bum,
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
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