Till the game`s over they are still watching me
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
Um tom frazier, new lebron haters
The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,
Almost lost my life to the industry
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet
That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy
And all women who had light features, see
I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
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