Lil wayne, kanye west, jay-z , ricky ross,
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Ball like a globe trotter
Yeah i'm gon' leave with her
Imma ball till i drop
Ever since then i had no job
I spit raps hotter than a dragon ball z fireball
You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door
Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z
Third ward general, young cash money
Cause its eminem, jay z, then me
Bitch, they call it motor city
Aint jay z, but show me what ya got
I can only imagine, uncle bob
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