Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
S queezys very bold
I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
And that yous a black belt in karate
Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
The day before is better than the present
Always stay advancing forward towards the next belt
U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/
Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent
Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
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