And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Adolf hitler if he was alive he would be my first target
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
The outline which you n****s out dated
As deep as dawson's creek and shit
See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Here you cant survive,like youve joined the legion
If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from
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