And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake
Cause my mother let me do what i want
I used to care what people thought
To give him a big record deal,
East coast, still them w's just raised up for real
I’m on this one way headed where the slums play
To even care that i'm fading away/
When they hear me rocking the groove
So its time to make the big move
It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear
No one seems to notice i doubt they even care,
Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote
Get smoked he's a big joke trying to not to get broke
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