Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you
Giving up, is what these dudes outta do
I don’t care where ya are
I grew up there what a looser,
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Will somebody please show me how
I came up with, what im rapping now
But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
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