My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a hater Them J's look clean son but elevate to gators I took that shit to heart plus I dug it like a crater I'm givin' out game player are there any takers While you was quarter sackin' I was quarterbackin Callin' plays everyday, level All-Madden Hi five, cloud nine, private jet lackin' Treat the seal like a vinyl record, gotta keep it crackin' Shall I pour up, blow some smoke up, get my spit on Grab a paper, sit on a track and get my shit on Ice cold water with the flow minus the lemon I'm Cinematic Multi, what label you been on Old school ridin' flickin' ashes in the tray Smokin' up the booth blowin' static in they face C.R.E.A.M.
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