My g"s have been handcuffed,
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage
I go fast 'n furious in this bitch, dom torretto in this bitch.
Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
Know what i do: manufacturing crack
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
To this day, the game, will never be the same
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
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