After the fire, comes the rain
Trying to renovate the game
A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
I swear i'll never call you bitch again
It was pretty windy , heavy rain
You made me wanna
I'm runnin this obama
Obama nation, hope all day, since there's life
Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive
I'll created thunder on your rain,
But i'mma build it ground up, let's again
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.
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