He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs
They ain’t rappers; they’re a rapper’s fans/
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
Really man? i'm just speaking truth to my many fans,
They calling me often to offer me walls
All i ever need are my fans applause
Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...
In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps
My bars are bringing fans closer
That damier bag i bought her
It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks
Step out into a million fans,
Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance
Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans
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