I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun
Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen
Go inside the mind, you will find the mine
Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time
See, where i come from is hard
Or just a fat ass lard
So i can see your fat ass tryna run
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Cause you know your stinking ass is too fat to try to outrun me"
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
I make a way for my people to see the light
Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,
Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad
I shall entrap, your ass, its fat
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn
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