Come and have a good time on my secret page, I'll show you something surprising

I'm putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns

I done came back around like a **** selling crack in pounds

I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag bout

*** blast in the background, I'm a black man with a bloodhound

Mac-10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown

Or from down south, not a loud mouth, we can fuck around

Hit the music baby cut it down

Hit it doobie while you do me indubitably

I feel like I'm a bus now, I feel like a bus now

When I shine bright blind ****s is up now

In the cut big black tuck pack sacked up

You can pick it up now, **** fuck it okay

Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down

Get the scrap if it happen to blow it makes a round sound

Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town

I'm putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns

I know I can't afford to stop for a moment

That it's too soon to fall

Me and my money are taxed emotionally

I get a clutch and if you get too close to me

I'm at the top while I'm posing me

Jumping in the gang ****s act like they coaching me

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