Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something
See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane
I'm that extreme, so haters complain
Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened
Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk
Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
They've influenced me to make a point, like a kid with the end of a candy cane
People be angry cause them motherfuckers aint us,smoking cane blunts,
My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements
So his boys can keep on beating niggas to get that sugar cane/
That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain
Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space
They say that i never cease to amaze
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