Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack
Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese
Cold like the polar vortex, i got wicked frees (freeze)
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
And i ain't even do shit, i guess cause i'ma genius,
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Too much percussion and bass when i take beats
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
That racks on racks so motherfucking fool
I was a teen genius when i started high school
Bizzle i respect you and your stance but it's wicked,
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
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