when i touch down in the hood yall start trip
i'm steady on the block with a big fat grip
man i got a ton of leaves and none of my bytches look like jeeves
i be like the devils advocate call me christopher reeves
ay yo my money stacks be like fat alberts gut
yo momma that bish look like jabba da the hut
i'm the freestyle king shyt just look at my bling
i told that hoe you better mack me and no i don't sing
everyday i be on the grind like a skateboarder
yall already know that any bytch i can afford her
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