Ah, f#ck it
Ay, ay
I’m just a doer, young entrepreneur
You are a loser, a mindless consumer
I don’t f#ck with rats, so I came out the sewer
My dick a world leader, my dick is a ruler
I said I beat that p#ss# up like UFC, don’t step to me
Said I’m not f#ckin’ with yo’ beast, nobody tryna cop a lease
I’m smokin’ trees like every week, f#ck every day, I’m not a fiend
I got yo’ b#tch up in my sheets, up in that spleen, I made her scream
I follow my dreams, now I get paid every week, okay
That b#tch wanna meet, I told her clean up her feet, okay
I said, “Just look at me, I do not have a degree, okay”
But imma do me, and imma start richin’ the cheese, okay
I am very mad, and girls make me sad
I might f#ck your dad, but I am not a fag
Your mother is a man, her real name is Dan
If you f#ck with me, I’m gonna empty the mag
I take a sh#t into a paper bag
You wear expensive belts, but your pants still sag
Shut up, all you do is nag
I got stone rolling on my dick like I’m Mick Jag
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