I'm Not A Star, Sombody Lied I Got Pistol In My Car, A Forty Five.
Encore! Gave that bitch an encore. Fucked my like a freshman, but that ass just so sophomore.
I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms.
Bricks, big face hundreds and bundles. Boy I'm a Boss I rose from the jungles.
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Malcom X, by any means. Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans.
They say I'm gettin' money. Must be illuminati. Talking to the Holy Ghost. In my Bugatti.
Now bring that drama that you spokin', nigga. Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, nigga.
Tools on the low foes really envy me.
Let her count the bread she my bank teller, can you keep a secret I'm a rich nigga.