In an S2 convertible on 95 drinking thera-flu With the top missing so stop dissing Im old money you very new My berry blue, diamond bezel like papa smurf just call me Gru Im despicable and so happy this is my life and Im not you This is not new Ive been doing this since your favorite rapper had a curfew And the way they copy my flow, you would swear I went nine months and gave birth to Rick who, Tip who, Chainz who, Minaj who Iggy who, Any who, add em up, doo doo I got deep pockets my stock high I got a swole crew my peeps fly I ride for me myself I these streets calling Ill be by In the meantime its green time, fettuccine and cream time Cash Rules Everything Around Me bling bling time I see the insults and hate growing, jealousy and the shade throwing, Thats none of my business, but this some bomb tea that Im enjoying Fifteen minutes to write this verse and unfortunately, without even trying, theres more lyrical content here than most songs on the radio nowadays. Its so easy too! Rap about money you dont have, jewelry you dont have, cars you dont have, a crew you dont have and eventually youll have it. Todays rap is fake it til you make it. SMH. Wheres my deal!?
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 14:28:47 +0000
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