Top ranked, number one my son
As i christen your children
Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects
I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends
Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea
Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver
Looking in the mirror all i want is silver
You pay your favorite stripper car note
Compared to my rap you sound like your gonna choke
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,
And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
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