In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine
Instead of living this life of violent crime
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
But seemingly believe it though
Return of the king of flow
Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live
Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.
Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip
Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga
I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the
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