What them tippers don't see
Like a lame ass little bunny
I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again
Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame
Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame
I'm going off the top of the brain
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
The open with nowhere to hide no jamie foxx law abiding citizen.
Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
And it makes me feel one way, lame,
This is lame when am i gunna find someone who actually has game
Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
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