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Oh my gosh, take a look at that Porsche in the garage Presidential Rolex on my arm, my money was a mirage Now I been housed in the Belag’ And everytime they greet me like a god, living carefree Ryan spazzin I don’t ride nobody wave I’m a writer That my autobiographic right of passage I’m the coldest flowin, I should say Niggas wanna live my life for a day Winnin' always been in my forte I been Winnin' since the ice age days I’m been independent since they tried to put me in the penitention, I was innocent I spent hours in the pen I spent hours with the pen I spent hours top of hours to make sure we stay on top of ours Like the number 12 A whole lot of everything is what I’m peddling Is what I come to sell I’m in love with being on fire I am what you call a fucking fire addict Roll up on you while you in the drive thru Just so I can take your tires Run those and order me some fries and a burger while you at it Y'all prefer to Lolly-gag and not me Letras de cancionesI’m certified to murder, body bag it Driving down the driveway, droppin' down the top I don’t pop no mollies, I put mine in park Hoppin out the car Box you out the bar Basquiat you just so I can watch you scar I’m been clownin' out in Abu Dhabi I’m been China shopping Nigga I been rockin' scarves I’m hip hop new star I been topping charts I’m 2Pac to y'all Y'all just carbon copies, Y'all been coppin' bars I ain’t talkin' bout from Xany dealers either Panty peeler, please our rocks ain’t got no flaws Handle millimeters, canons with the beamers Standin' with the skeezers Smokin' cannabis sativa From Letras Mania