Sipping Dark
You see Ima tryna make a dollar in this American Dream I'm extending my game like inmates in the penitentiary looking at Black Men Magazine i ball like ESPN and all the Sports Games with no commercial breaks I got sticcy iccy hands like Randy Moss cuz I stay with the Dungeon Moss a zilly a zilly a zilly they call me Yung Vander Billy Yung Vanderbillionaire I know it aint fair the baddest hoes be on me like Lo Jack and G.P.S on a R-Code we smash and leave ya sick me and my A-Team Gang be on the freeway hot boxing in the L.And smoking that Traffic Jam Bud that will leave ya straight stuck I'm posted on the block like all Centuries at all Palace Gates I got more Bills from the gate then the money in the palms of bill gates I take numbers and bust like Bingo my chips got all the flavors like Pringles girlfriend number 2 Billion cuz the first 2 Billion don't know what to do I wake up so high permanently baked up with nose bleeds the thin air got a nigga vomiting laughing at you studio gangstas only in a studio are they gangsta I got paperwork Level B's & 4 Division A-1 offenses and 1 division B to prove mines that's for Gangsta Moving on the line these studio gangstas are real good Story Tellers just like International Best Sellers hug a thug's they the hardest gee's especially in prison but they don't kiss ass they toss salad on me my bad big hardcore a.k.a the definition of the level 4 I forgot to ask you for your autograph on my Starter Cap Toledo Run punks let me bust out with the finish line your million dollars cuz you the Amazing Race Champions till the end of time anyways Ima alleycat not a rat I don't talk on the phone so you rats can record my convo at least I can say that I've been seen walking down the da block you only been seen with Speed Racer and Trixie here she comes here comes Speed Racer with the heat we erase ya at least I aint a hoodrat tryna lure people in traps with poison cheese working with F.B.I on facebook and tryna run a sting Laughing My Fucking Ass Off at the Andretti Busch Brothers they turn the Blvd into the Daytona the only time you see them is in a fast car and the only time you see me is in Original East L.A Monterey Park claiming they big homies in prison naw just as I thought yard girls home on work release I got that mind blowing game like Freddy blowing out his brains and Honey Cocaine she throws honey on me and calls me dinner I wake up with her she do it again for breakfast she calls me no chop liver


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