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Ya heard? Ha. Blue skateboard P. Hey! Mr. Venom. Uh-huh. Yo. Hola. Billionaire club muchacho. Assorted flavors in these gelato. Inspire young minds and stack my nachos with the Raw determination of a vato. Run across the border with bricks in his poncho. Face like a shot when it's busting from Glock Hole. Planning these things 'til I die when the Holy Father hand me my wings. When I was young, yo, the teacher couldn't stand What we dream. Giving me music like drugs in The hand of a fiend. Let's shoot it up. See me on the TV, the cuties, they wanna Fuck. Both residential just plus and cooked it up. Got more hits than a zip, who want a Nuff? I can go back in time, you be Judge Ito. With my mini repeater, I know you Thinking neato. It repeats the minute something like It's TiVo, but it's three hundred thousand more with No remote. Shaker in the rain, I used to Deal with Tito, but he clowned me and told Me that my money's Fritos. Now the Enzo doors go up like a D-Lo. Rion, same song sung by my man Nigo. SLR, when the doors go up, it's like a Fresh Helljar. Nigga, we boss. P shall not get hot, he too frost. Ya heard? My nigga, close your eyes. Just picture yourself just holding pies. Implement a plan and you'll surely rise. As promised by the man that control the skies. You see, I know that shit's so ill. Better yet, doggy, just tell me how you feel. Ha. How you feel, dog? We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, Bleeding, reading, all in the late night. Shaking, boiling, lacing, baking, Shaping, shaving, gotta get this cake right. As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe It, learn it. Now watch it take flight. Nigga, how does it feel? Ha. Ya heard? Nigga, you don't know me. I'm part Howard Hughes, part horny, part holy. First trick on the ramp is to rock and Rollie. Keep one on my stack with the new Pro Chromie. It behooves me to mention that I've Been bitten, but it affords me to chuckle at What critics have written. "He dresses insane, but His music admire." Ask Anna Wintour from Vogue and ask Esquire and Vanity Fair. You like Kennedy Air, but you should Guess who's in the insanity chair. Now it ain't about what I want. Still thumbing through my life like it's drugstore Porn. It's one thing to say that you did It. It's one thing to lie about your digits. It's one thing to say that you're living. It's another for you fuckers to admit But I Admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest Faces that's offered by nature. I drive a Case but, excuse me, Casper. Wanna meet him in my house, I got space Like NASA. It don't make me happier by itself, It's sadder. I like my sister Stace when she Lost her papa. I been there, getting a stroke And nothing to trap her. John could do, it's Ironic but true. A man dies, baby born, despair As Peru. It's a simple clue between us and Imposters. We hop in the air and don't care What it cost us. Now I'm with Nerd with A pit full of martians. I guess you could Say that we fly like saucers. Zapping at niggas with class and that vigor. The cash and crass whippers, the thrashing mack Ripper. Go ahead and say it. You a rapping ass nigga. Ya heard? My nigga, close your eyes. Just picture yourself just holding pies. Implement a plan and you'll surely rise. As promised by the man that control the skies. You see, I know that shit's so ill. Better yet, doggy, just tell me how you feel. Ha. How you feel, dog? We just picture thinking, Dreaming, scheming, bleeding, reading, all in the Late night. Shaking, boiling, lacing, baking, Shaping, shaving, gotta get this cake right. As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe It, learn it. Now watch it take flight. Nigga, how does it feel? Ha. Ya heard? Nigga, you don't know me.