Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese
I'm everything that they call nice
Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Trick trick got them passes
Boot full of the ounces
4-3... yea, remember that please
Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies
20 racks really thats sneaker money
Full of myself, but still hungry
See dog? rap is my aim
I'm full of sin and shame
Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases
A book full of blank pages
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