Yo what's going on boss lemme get a LO.CEASAR
[Verse 1: Starker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo gimme the axe
Starker shinin' on tracks like Jack Nicholson
My Prodigy be droppin' a gem minus the sickle cell
Ya niggas kids n' tell be in arenas like I'm Cristobel
Fitted go for $30 a pop my Yankee did it well
Features was priceless
My cats in ya crib like you had mice and shit
You poppin' Vicodin
He copped the product if he likin' it
Yeah that's ya wife the bitch sit on my dick
I said sientate
You would get the fuck out my city
Knowin' the rent we pay
I bump for heavens sake smokin' a L watchin' these children play
In jungle gyms
Just thinkin' the hustle grew into hustling like
Please don't cuss in front of the kids
We packs the lunch for those
Who who actin' like it couldn't go down down the Mac
African my rap the maximum broke down the science in my lab
It's up to niggas spittin' furious lines to build a chapter
Taste the rapture like she glossin' my nuts personal porno flicks
I'm hung like ornaments before I fuck I'm give warnings
So these bitches throw it back to them jerseys you copped in middle school
Smack the flame out homie for paper like I was pimpin' you
You sittin' on them soft white squares like fuckin' ottomans
I needs a lot of 'em pump to ya children n' they college friends
[Verse 1: Starker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo gimme the axe
Starker shinin' on tracks like Jack Nicholson
My Prodigy be droppin' a gem minus the sickle cell
Ya niggas kids n' tell be in arenas like I'm Cristobel
Fitted go for $30 a pop my Yankee did it well
Features was priceless
My cats in ya crib like you had mice and shit
You poppin' Vicodin
He copped the product if he likin' it
Yeah that's ya wife the bitch sit on my dick
I said sientate
You would get the fuck out my city
Knowin' the rent we pay
I bump for heavens sake smokin' a L watchin' these children play
In jungle gyms
Just thinkin' the hustle grew into hustling like
Please don't cuss in front of the kids
We packs the lunch for those
Who who actin' like it couldn't go down down the Mac
African my rap the maximum broke down the science in my lab
It's up to niggas spittin' furious lines to build a chapter
Taste the rapture like she glossin' my nuts personal porno flicks
I'm hung like ornaments before I fuck I'm give warnings
So these bitches throw it back to them jerseys you copped in middle school
Smack the flame out homie for paper like I was pimpin' you
You sittin' on them soft white squares like fuckin' ottomans
I needs a lot of 'em pump to ya children n' they college friends
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