Thinking of himself very lowly,
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
No commentary my man, i come out swinging
Oh my god i'm so tired of these rappers thinking
I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business
The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,
Spray the fifth, gator kicks
Thinking on meaning of beings
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water
Thinking of how to get on track
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,
I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price
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