Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga
Thinkin of the the dreams
Ass shots in her seven jeans
Here's the answer and the antidote:
Hi my name is bob and i work at my job
Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
From the gutter to the roof
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
Still the man with the pan
Pushing in my mama van
They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe
As the tao converted the thief
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