They bringing me fish and chips
Dear me, in about ten years
And i'll proceed to throw this cash
Private plane tsa can kiss my ass
Double m g forever though
Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery
Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard
Hoes pop from the corda to hope park
My cash effected, my brain insane,
And reflect on the rap game, i came
I get it, you got cash,
While i'm rubbing on that ass
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
This batmobile is real hard to steer
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