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Bitch, know my chest shoot colours like a Care Bear

All year see me tan, hoppin' out the van

You weren't there... now you tryna show face?

Fuck around, be a cold case

Chrome skates on the old 8 – remote control chains

Promote dope for the veins, poke Jakes

Bitches in robes lay, eat steaks off a gold plate

Stoned, listening to Cold Play

Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino

Push the 6-35 to the finals

Pearl white like what you sniffin' in your sinus


The finest vaginas demolished by my dick

One year, from Queens to the top

Cream of the crop, I serve a fiend out of my sock

Five minutes 'til they lean like the drop

Now they spinnin' through the furnace like the scene from The Rock

Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper

Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather

Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay

I play the pool on a cool day

It's me...
“I thought you wanted spoken word?”