Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad
Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
See people to be leaving the cold medina
I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal
Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people
Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Wanna know what i been through, what you into
And teach then not to meet people like u
Get grand slam fans out of they seats
Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps
You in to that animal stuff
All we need is convienient love
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