Fucked my juicy hole

Hey, ask me why I let me do this

So tight, checking things on my to-do list

Treat my temper like my family, ain't trying to lose it

Say it a little, do it loud

No excuses, I got no excuses

Yeah, I got no excuses

I got no excuses

Yeah, I got no

Yeah, there's a couple things that I'm confused with

I just did an interview, the guy was pretty clueless

You don't have to know my album names or all my music

But at least try to find out who you in the room with

I don't know kinda, I'm going off everything by myself

I'm not kissing a shot in my office, I'm a little cool

I'm not as smart as Kobe, Sheldon McBride with a baller

And Bobby running his shit on McCarty

I'm a car, I'm a car, what you want, what you want, what you want

I get tickets like no one's gonna give me them guns and all

I'm giving this shit up for money, I'm choking my cock

And we know I gave my family, I gave us a party with fun

I never think of the big numbers, I'm a brick with the coolest cars

In the zone, we can take off, you can do what I pissed off

Hey, we can make a lot of money off the press

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