in the modern age they call me mr. Your just boys with no names,with no birth certificates.
Im invested and worth a mill, ur cracked out and aint worht a bill....dollar that is.
I got a case and your lonely with ur waistband
My pants are tailored your sag down low
we have suits worth more than ur house on slander street
My spins dont spin but i got crystal rims
im organized, you need re-assembling son.
i hit it up, you knock it down.
remember that boxer you low jacked, ill be comendearing my ride back and bust ur 4 door pos up
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