Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal
Callin me out? dood u ain't got my number ur not on my level
Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level
Fallin on the ground thats where u belong ur nothin special
And you could find interest
But if u sit and think
Nowadays usually it's his pockets
U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids
Because i think i liked you more than you liked me
Once as a slave who imagined being free
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