Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar/
All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her
Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
Twista finna get up on the track
Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit
These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick
And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick
Hoes i need a condom for my toast
All these things until they unfold
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