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Man, fuck that chorus
I'm in New York on my tourist
They want to meet me top floor and
'Bout to be on TV like Dora chick
Sometimes I reminisce how the morn' got missed
Then I pop a cork and pour I piss
With or more chicks
bored of your dick
Now that's a mix
8 chicks, and
It's kinda funny how is money
And ain't late since
If you owe me call me
Make your
My
Makes sense when you see my
And you don't a club to see my drive
You be a hustler
Or else they fuck with ya
The is your customer
Serve em' what best at
I'm from the Bay like Dre the crest at?
I gotta fly to see my
Did you that?
My mom's is the dad, focus on you
So hopefully you see me you won't get mad
Jetlag, I got it
I'm lit with the pilot in the cockpit
You know I'm playin'
that fucking plane
I ain't trynna die the pilot's high
I stay on some shit, don't play with that bullshit
I stay on cool shit, don't play with that bullshit
Don't always break them, but I always got the bent
Tell me how to do it, when I'm a not a fighter
And I started real young, had a rubber in my
My wife got other girls trying to wife her
I feel a Mormon
And when I get rich I'm to have midget doormen
Don't me feel important
It's a knock life, ask Jay-Z
Or Annie the orphan, make me bring out the Italian
Start extorting, park your Porsche and take your
Because if these were like we were
Then your fucking kush is to be gone for sure
I caught slipping at the gas station
All they saw, was the car's big ass
And after that we were half baked, like Dave
We were in hell
How'd I turn so bad? I was raised so
No paper
I write this down, I'm an Adidas man
No town, my eyes are brown
I'm 5'7 but I say I'm 5'8
Now you can and go fuck yourself
And all these other boxers tighten their belts
It's Roachy Balboa bitch, Balboa
I'm not a villain, but I gotta them
These other rappers are not appealing
Somebody tell them
lay back, in a Giants or A's hat
Always rep I'm paged at
A Bay beast, ain't nothing going to change
Or rearrange
My brain the flame at
And you can't buy the same cap, you get chain snatched
my pain pills?
I really couldn't tell you how the same feels
Or wood feels
But I will when I get my deal, you can that
with it, or get the fuck back