Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people
Bad, just like an 80's car
I'm a fucking rap star
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though
With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something
This is serious, its not funny, and its shining like gold cause its stunning
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
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