Say hi to the ritalin regiment
Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.
This shit would leave rosetta stoned
Franky lymon the lime light gets old
Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
When the rhyme itself starts getting old
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Haunts us like ghosts, 'till they come back to the old,
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
My streaks my testament.
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
Tired of hearing rappers with the same old rhythm same old stupid opinions
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
Love the game know this is coming from a different place
Sitting here reminiscing about the old days
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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