I still cant hear you, your voice is fadin'
I'm always in first place, it aint even worth racin'
just remember, haters are half of being famous
My face is on billboards, but you're still nameless
Keepin' on my grind, I'm so ill
don't ever spread rumors, I speak fuh real
money spillin' out my jeans, can't keep it concealed
In one palm, a crystal ball, you on the other hand
Are basic cable, I am On-Demand
got more cheese than the moon before the Lunar Land
You bite my flows like its a Fat Cake
I shoo you off, you make dat sad face
Rollin' green in your weave, call dat $]-[!t half-baked
I dont understand your thought process
think you're better than me makes me nauseous
Latino Caliente, I love those spicy sauces
I killed this beat, six-feet under in its coffin
01-Aug-2011 03:43:23