So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about
Here i am once again in my home town,where the music is loud
And im with the riches where we ball and do all the swishes
Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
Yeah, im not the skinniest cat.
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,
Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach
I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Shut the fuck up, im not impressed.
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