Young money motherfucker we the shit
The outline which you n****s out dated
Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
They at the same spot they making no progress
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael
Bad, just like an 80's car
I'm a fucking rap star
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
My g"s have been handcuffed,
The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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