And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
Nigga i'm a hundred miles far
Bad, just like an 80's car
Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
I got ak-47's get ya shit lit
Hit your block with a glock, blog that
S queezys very bold
All this paper i fold
Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
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