See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
My heart got cold and my mind grew old,
But i will be my old self again in no time
I try not to obey them at anytime
Must be something you want me to see
In my old school, with the naughty
My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo
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