You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
Smoke in honor for a goner
Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats
Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Off jump boo, cudi give you funk
My g"s have been handcuffed,
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
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