And it begins to phase him more each day
Im getting stacks of money everyday.
Uh ha, you know what
Cause im shit outta luck
Im not no mamba just mantis,
Aight santana man...let's do this
Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
Im not really a rapper im more of an artist
Sorry, man, you're out of luck
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck
Im not too fond of sun burnt,
I been all around the world
Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
I prefer your applause without a handout
So imma just keep it comin untill im faught out.
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