Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
You may be level 2 but after i win im gonna gloat
Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you
Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due
I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you
But let me tell you im not gonna be yo hoe ass bate
Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight
You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Those tits im gonna squeeze
Right flows down and they might go nice
I heard ya lost do you know your way around
Who gonna beat someone to the ground.
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