My demeanor, thirty years my senior
Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer
My shirt, purple label my shirt
They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work
My words are my ignition for my ammunition,
They all see my life from a childish position
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration
My wondrous success bombs my regrets
Convertibles with turbo jets
Sing it to em' shorty
These my rhymes and my story
Do he make you feel important than how you felt before
I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore
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