Through the man's mind, God
He see his elevation, God
See, through his mind he see his elevation, God
Because this where he begin to know that where he come from
Billy D Stro, too much like a pimp
Tomahawkin' and Morten, million dollar strip
Million dollar muthafuckas, not a red cent
It don't make no damn sense, how this hard money spent?
Easy (for what)
For dead presidents
Dead muthafuckas, dead on your residence
Dead on the rival, you been dead ever since
You was a dead man walkin, get a dead wrong limp
And I'm dead ass serious, serious as shit
Serious as a heart attack, serious as chips
Like you been helding it down, showing me what's up
I got the butterfly all up on my chest
And I know we gon get it together no matter what
So we gon eat right now, we gon chill for a minute
Do whatever we got to do, get our little dance on
And after that, boom
Nigga you done lost your marbles
Believe me, it's me and you, till the end
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