I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
Well quit calling me a white rapper then.
You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
Got a killer flow from the llama
Now he calling me baby mama
All i want is you baby
Calling it the grand prix
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome
Was calling me a retard
A working genius, a work of art
Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
When it comes to spitting that fire
Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,
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