You still rhyming bout coke, where the pies at//,
Always talking bout your strap, where the 9's at./
Wait, nevermind that//
You probably be the nigga on dvd's//
Pulling, flashing your burna, but never squeeze//
I be sitting back laughing thinking nigga please//
My fam calls me papa, ur mom calls me papi//
I demand respect//
With or without a tec//
Yea, u blinging, 1 snatch will leave you without a neck//
I'm ruthless, rose covered tooths//
You versus Versy guaranteed that you loosing//
I'm what the game gets when it upgrades//
Trynna lyrics to a pent house view//
My detractors be like who the fuck is this cat//
I'm nobody, just a gentleman gangsta who can rap//
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