Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore
Call me a product of my own damn hood
Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,
No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish
My money is turning me green no wonder im called radioactive,
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,
Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green
And i put you on the team
Fire on my mind like im green
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,
I've got my foot on your shoulder
And that i spent the night with her
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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