I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,
Chromed-out mansion in paradise
Damn, why can i be that cool
Back in tha old school
Taken up drama, acting, working out.
It's things to know about when you got dough and clout
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool
Crockadillys be so rad, and cool
But she forgot about the golden rule
Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..
Picture me lettin this chump survive
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