Wolf gang, triple six crew
My ride old but my rims new,
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
My heart got cold and my mind grew old,
Old niggas mad cause' they played out like a sega
I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa
May just gon' bring hobo back
My niggas getting mad
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old
Hopin' that my niggas see
My niggas are deadly
I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes
Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos
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