And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate
Guess who's stepping out on the scene
I got a dollar and a dream
Then cut him up again to reenact the scene.
Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream
That scary love, never get married love
Regardless, step up to the tar pit the small ones
All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen
Ever since i popped out way back on the scene,
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,
Well, um, there's a but
Have heads turning on the scene, -what-
Scene set with me on the swing sets
I'm on deck i'm up next
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