I’m gettin’ rich boy
Get hot and make bread boy
You come catch these hands boy
Pull up in my Vans boy
I’m browsin’ on that Benz show floor
Flatline ambulance, put him on the door
I don’t f#ck with you, b#tch you ain’t getting bands no more
They think I fell off, I’m still who made Four, yeah, yeah
And my skull explodes
MC Bruce Lee follow gangsta codes
What I’m rappin’ ’bout, no one ever knows
I’m still makin’ money, finna build some roads, yeah, and I’m takin’ clothes
A couple grand, a couple shots
You busy with the same song
And if it’s all going wrong
Get the realist props at the meanest spots
From start to the finish
… or get sent to detention
From the mind of a psycho
You been retired, page your pension
I am the greatest alive
Don’t even try to mention
5 hooks and I strive
You don’t deserve my attention
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