And now there in my head.
My god come before this bread
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,
Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time
Had to re align and not resign
And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt
I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Aye rich, another 5 on the g men
They would act like they packed macs and smoked hash when,
One here and one there now your body lay rested
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
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