Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Ill give you a run for your money
I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends
Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,
After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world
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