i got a mission to spit to all these lame flowers//
they wanna step to me, they know it's game over//
you ain't no gang soldiers, ain't up in no range rover's//
i ain't takin' orders, i ain't ever stayin' sober//
i get no hang overs//
one day i'll be makin' soo much cash they'll be calling me the bank closer//
so keep coming at me//
i'll be standing on my porch with a motherfuckin' flame thrower//
and i'm feelin' really silly tonight//
that caffene's in my body 'cause i just drank soda//
and i ain't even rappin' to you right now//
'cause i'm stuck in a fuckin' dang coma//
but the prank's over//
and if you got some weed at your house, guaranteed i'm gonna race over//
i wanna be bigger than "la vida loca"//
soo much fame i could re-place oprah//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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