Penncounting pennys over tha years
And their mothers and fathers
Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.
I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one
Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again
Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em
Fathers mistreat em or never show, the world deceives them
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold
Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast
I won't say i won yet, leave that to the critics,
Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes
Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars
You other rappers dumbfounded, i was founded by founding fathers.
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