Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon
But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track nigguh gotta come back
Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them
Why am i worse off now than i was back then
One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off
No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough
Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce
One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off
Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook
Back when shelby had that timberwood, off the fam good
They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs
While i’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques
Break off a whole brick they blast back but i won't stop
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not
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