By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
And it's actually 5:20, learn to fucking tell the time
Cause i'm the man of the year,
When drunk i only drink beer
Shake it for the man of the year
This batmobile is real hard to steer
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,
Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.
And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please
And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies
Fucking the shit out of this game
Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine
Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold
What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old
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