62 dreams, roll a date with some lean
It's roc nation, this my team
And yall niggas the right flow
Turn up you stereo
I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,
I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from
Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem
And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford
Swing my sever of the roof on an extension cord
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