Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
I caught a can of lipton in the sea,
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe
In the club like fuck it, though
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,
Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,
Show them im the king of the sea.
I’m a hustla, baby
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
If we just had more salmon we could play more madden
I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won
U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john
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