Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.
So, just tell me something about yourself
And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom
They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.
One, two, this one's for you,
The boa know they loving the crew
I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
Love for no other emcee, no room for affection/
I know they pay me too much of attention
South beach fountain blue
One, two, this one's for you,
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