bounce 06

I don't keep with no rappers, they be hustling backwards

Like the jeans on Chris Crow, who you? Mac Daddy or Daddy Mackin'

Pen lyrics on back of these napkins, songs I was in the first place having

With noise cancellation headphones, two heads grounders

For breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean in sky

Scribbling "5" on the street, call names inside

Straddle a fence, you only get caught in the vibe

Why? I'm independent, fuck your sister, might get paid what I did

Got a new side here, bitch, who moonlighting as a blogger

That rapper ****, she smoke that feather, stroke, she wrote about it

You can't deny it, I am a rider, words of cock ambition

Houdini, yo man, squeeze, she disappear, she's a magician

You can't blame in the midst of the fame, flames get changed

I sent her to Waffle House with my order from the call, man

And you could tell by the reaction

I'm waiting on the sun toze off and my bitches stepping at the drive in

This is a scary movie I'm in, but I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win

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