I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
His crowd ain't excited, they're not clapping.
Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo
The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go
Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd
Every year i get it out
Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around
Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,
And put together a million march for some gangsta shit
Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted
Ride him all around, when he hits the ground
But we can seek the one in the crowd
Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type
??? ??? ?? with the feeling right
He just throws it around
Me, the one kid in the crowd,
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