Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
With one gentle blow of wind from your mouth
That i can only love you when you undressed
From the rest, cos your the best of the best
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing
Don't change your mind and call me the rap game king
Or something that you paid for
That white girl is my cater
If his bitch insist on getting sick
So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc
The best rapper on the seen the best mc
There's a million names for your kind of chronic
But best believe i'd school and coma any mc
Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
You see, i'm not just your average mc
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