Pockets probably like fried food
I'm a new man with a new attitude
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks
Invited myself in the gates secretly almost sank in a sink hole, reached in my socks
Well, that trait matches rap just as well as socks do with sandals
My newest motto to use a condom with newest models
Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops
Hiding reggie sacks in your socks
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks
Then watch him spin round and round til he sweats his socks
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.
My life is run by bitches ive penetrated, im never aggravated around them,
Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening
Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming
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