Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
Know the niggas quick to spit they actors
Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on
When you took my hand up so calm
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot
Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody
The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,
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