Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,
Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit
Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid
Executive chair sitting decisions made
Grab the scissors and saws and
And get caught, in the moment
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,
Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend
And remember what i said and
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
Ill branch off my thoughts with you, like as if i was a tree
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass
Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,
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