You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Cuz its only a hand full of rappers dass touchin da cash.
Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,
Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams
This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
He's taking tweet beef to the streets because lyrically he needs to get his weight up
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Because of my wicked flow
Im too hard. da rap version of bernard hopkins. nigga
Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica
Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love
Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums
When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them
The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren
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