Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping
Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,
I'm everything that they call nice
Sip some green tea and look at them bees
He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,
I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team
Taking and not giving, like i'm the green haired villain
Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
Roll some green and take a nap
No car key and i mean that
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking
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