Nowadays usually it's his pockets
After eating burgers and chips
And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den
Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.
Go where you ain't been
Knocked out in the lunch in
I jump in the scene and be a hit in one week, i'll prove it
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet
And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat
Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,
And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit
Fuck the cash we going after ya ass man ya life's a stake
Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate
Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,
When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer
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