Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having
You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle
Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,
They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty
I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me
To the old times when happiness was a dean
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket
That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit
Benjamin paston and glue jackson
Me and my microphone could be one
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