I got 800 invisible men
And get it again and again
They laugh and scream and leap
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
We at the top where we belong
And once i'm dead and gone
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I'mma need two mics just to get my point across
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia
Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,
The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come
Sanyo, and handheld and handgun
But nah, he is quite different
Grab the scissors and saws and
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