Parents treat me like a baby
Do you think i'm crazy
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
I got to be your baby
Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/
King of the club, i bet you can’t top
And i listen to thought
This crap is just soft as dough, dog
It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
Im still the slum dog, millionaire
No match to my flow, dog
Cause i break it out a lot
Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk
Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,
And i know love me baby
What them tippers don't see
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