I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,
Keep messing hit you with that steel
I just wanna keep it real
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
Up wake up marcus please i need you here right beside me,
I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear
Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..
Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love
I'm a pure man of steel, no room for weakness/
Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king
Niggas like dennis rodman want that instant rating
Forged from steel hotter than mercury
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
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