Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Trip, and then you never snitch
Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch
Now i'm hungry: somebody get a ham sandwich,
Still putting you and all the other rappers in a sandwich/
You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch
Making a how to be successful researches,
We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches
Making critics pop a sadam on this shit
You see they way out they minds with no return ticket
All while i'm making a name
You're not usin' your brain
Making fun of a queer
The vision is quite clear
Money ain't a thing
A ghetto in the making.
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