Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here
All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal
Are you coming?to the point that your running
Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”
Young money motherfucker we the shit
Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,
Cheat and steal, keep it real, eat a meal, life's will,
Like a male version of lauryn hill
Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here
Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal
Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here
Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,
They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines
I dare a nigga try to make a meal outta whats mines
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