You can't cuss me, parr me
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
I'll write, type, with these words i bite,
My direction good, well-rounded type
It shows i know a bit
With words so mixed and twisted
Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options
But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,
With bigger words then her
I'm a bad motherfucker
Words defined with refined elegance, stunning
Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession
Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there
Anything to please us. comin up with words out of no where got some hair
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