By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine
And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here
Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel
6 foot something, in his forties and real slim
If he keep going, pass the torch to him
Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass
If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?
Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll
Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll
I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call
Hell tried to grasp it but it survived that 300 foot fall.
Crawls right down the crack of your ass
Got my foot on the gas
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