And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed
She dealing with killa so you love her taste
Who smokin in my car?
I know i've came so far
Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,
Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
But my magic trick will cause a car to split,
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
You in the basement, i'm on the roof again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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