[Excerpt]
Bitch, know my chest shoot colours like a Care Bear
All year see me tan, hoppin’ out the van
You weren’t there… now you tryna show face?
Fuck around, be a cold case
Chrome skates on the old 8 – remote control chains
Promote dope for the veins, poke Jakes
Bitches in robes lay, eat steaks off a gold plate
Stoned, listening to Cold Play
Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino
Push the 6-35 to the finals
Pearl white like what you sniffin’ in your sinus
The finest vaginas demolished by my dick
One year, from Queens to the top
Cream of the crop, I serve a fiend out of my sock
Five minutes ’til they lean like the drop
Now they spinnin’ through the furnace like the scene from The Rock
Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper
Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather
Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay
I play the pool on a cool day
It’s me…

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