You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero
One two three everybody wana be
Once as a slave who imagined being free
Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two
It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
Normally i order three or four of these
One two three four five six seven eight nine
I'm back chillin with a friend of mine
We once came from fields of cotton to roses
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
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