They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans
The l in his hand to yell in advance
I never use a fork i always spoon her
Daddy kane, l, pun, notorious, the big picture,
For the next thing down your chimney has u between sheets like ron isley
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
Take that big l for skipping school
Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y
Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high
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