40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat
Flying 'cause he's got weightless shoes on his feet
I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet
We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat
I got you on your knees begging at my feet
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
As: can’t wait to pork your mom
Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.
Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
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