Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside
So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps
Grab the nearest politician and swing at em with my picket ax
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,
On this disorder pull the cord or swing
Thank kenny burns, though we not talking
I go outside and take a look,
Whole lotta money, big tip i would
And you're, approaching me right
In the face of the outside.
Looking outside papal balconies
Create life with the beats, alicia keys
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