I said let me spit a little something different for yo bitch ass
I never skipped class, askin where yo bitch at, uh
Calis got my Millis zipped up in a black duffle
I lift the veil and see this industry is cut throat
I’m pushing truffle Mac, you struggle cooking up yo kraft. you sour ass motherfuckers askin where the mustards at
I don’t got patients, I just wanna count my cash and cop another spaceship. I’m not playing no diving is swimming laps round ya. in my mirror I see the rap star galactica
Just some raps for ya, wordplay is on accurate
I might leave the grid and go and kick it home in Africa
My stamina is unmatched, the business got my soul snatched, they got it on a buy one get one free and with tote bag
Yo pockets looking slim, you ain’t shady
My granny’s when I’ll give her grand babies
And I told her when I get my money right it’s a maybe
I need safety, only twenty one I’m livin like I’m 80
Yuh
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