crazy as it sounds im conflicted to drop beats sit all ya back in ur seats and loose feelin of ur feet ill make it short cuz my rymes could write a book but that would leave u scared alil bit sick and shook so someone out here check it out give me props how i make ur hair stand up and u eardrums pop yall runnin crazy liek someone just got shot but its just me rappin something that u can't stop
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from The T.P. and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch with both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain't a Leader what? Nobody Followed you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
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