It's a battlejust for tha big money
Top dawg eating luxury pedigree
Invading me are eating me
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
No rations or resources for eating//
The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',
First off congratulations on the win
Hands up, throw me up against the wall
Playing in the corn, wake up call
Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce
I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs
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