Write my own movie scripts, write my own songs
Got International business sense, haters whats wrong?
And if I think global, a region aint nothin
I be readin Fortune and Forbes, now show me somethin
Only one record label publicly traded
Ya ceo don’t know dat, he jus tryna be famous
But I aint got no time to be explainin to deaf ears
I rather see a phat ass shake like yea
I rather have her back on it and sit on it slow
Bet you cum before I do uh huh go
I been slayin dimes since I was in middle school
I been doin rhymes since I was in middle school
They was usin money I was usin G
And me? I’m still here like damn they use to be
So I seen niggaz comin, I seen niggaz goin
Been in it young, still young so I’m fluent
You spendin bread on high price hoes
Im from a new jack city where hoes like those
And any minute I can go into spike mode
Chillin wit ya babe mamma no night clothes
Like whoaaa, outta site blowsss
Then back in her tight clothes

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