No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
I been seeing the faces of people that have died in my life
Died before that video came out of miley giving head/
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Not only had the fiend died
Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight
Those hip-hop games are mine, and if that died within a day or two,
Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you
Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/
Could you tell me where to go? i need direction
Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried
Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
Your the little shit that, nobody knows!
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