Sorcerer C dot, I work magic my nigga//
I kill rappers with no trigga//
Capital C, dot, capital V//
I ain't gotta get the picture cuz I'm drawing the scene//
I went from gentleman to goon//
I shine like its midnight and I'm a full moon//
I'm the 09 Heltah Skeltah//
I spit enough fire to melt ya//
You busy trynna deal with the cards that life has dealt ya//
I'm good, at night I fall asleep with my ice on the dresser//
Sounds random, but one day it will all make sense//
Like cologne inventory, you counting cents//
I'm about big money//
The kind that look funny//
Yen, pounds, and euros//
I need so much money that it won't fold//
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