Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough
We all children who dont even know.
All that tough talk, nigga we all know you ain't about shit
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
You talk shit with hip hop, but all you know is glee.
You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though
But they know the hype when i make a mitt-sake, shit, typo/
Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy
But its best if these people dont really know me,
You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out
'cause when they run they lips i be what they talk about
Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit
People talk like they got a clue but that's just highly debated
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