(Had) plenty of money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right like some other men do?
Yo', Ah
( Do right do right do do do do do right...)
(All you groupies make me sick!)
Swallow your words, they sound very weak
I'm not going of streets today, kill, and in skill
Fat, heavy
My Nike logo snap and those cherry posts(?)
Rapzos squad in da house, people. Li-stand up, ready!
Girl, I think I've lost my senses
And I've understood that the cora doesn't work if it's rotten
They're counting the time and I'm not telling them nothing
I spend the time drinking and listening to my mother's screams
Ha, ha
Tell the story by the way
Of loves, the waning moon, and my father who has died
br/>I had gotten lost for a while, but I was never far away
Daddy's company is replaced by my parents
Rapzodia, the hallmark of the house
A studio and a moon with a scent a mustard
Godfather we drink the guamas to the bottom
Smoking 24/7, surpasses my mark
Kush time, highlight of the day
A mind that flies, and a feather lit
br/>Everything turns gray. Sheet, alternative look
And in my city scene this is the most active shit
Party homeboys and a moon
I feel like traveling inappropriately on your curves
Shutty( ?), but sometimes you know so little about me
I prefer a blunt, walking very high and seeing you naked
After times like these I no longer know what to think
I just want some drums to make me some lines
Beats n' Rhymes
My pen a clap with meter
Baby, this is real Rap with technique
Swallow your words, they sound very weak
Street wolf I am, kill. And in skill
Fat, heavy
My Nike snap logo and those Sherri posts
Rapzos squad in da house, people stand up, ready...
(...Get out of here and... get out of here and...)

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