I ain't interested in fame
King of the block, niggas know my name
Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.
And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame
Like a #whore on the floor, we forgot his name
Different positions, but she still moaning the same
Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted
Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit
I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.
He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame
Benny fucking trip remember the name,
I say i’m wrong, you say come again
Got a piece around my neck that spells out the name
To this day, the game, will never be the same
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