You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,
Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/
I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk
You wanna criticize dog try a little mo
And ya section know when any day tecs could blow
You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog
Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk
I got kicked off, i used to shit talk
Where we spent days learning to spell dog
Let's have a toast for this new love
Barking dog rose from the ashes
Im still the slum dog, millionaire
Got four underneath the old-school as well
And your grieving because you were fucking screwed dog…
Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot
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