When i was little i had it all planned out
I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud
I touched down in 77'. figured out i would not last by the age of eleven.
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
Counting out the green, but the figures we figured
Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard
Do i gotta spell it out?
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd
But wait, what now? i thought i had my life figured out
When i looked a little closer i figured out where you actually lurked
I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Functioning my beast regiment watch out there specialist hope i make it
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Though he flow good i already out done it.
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