i do this every day never have a story/
and i dont go around bragging bout the glory/
if yall wasnt haters ud probably be happy for me/
see my billboard first name called in every catergory/
niggaz say they love me they dont love me/
i know deep down they wanna slug me/
i feel a vibe when they hug me/
and rockin dues that be chucky over iceberg rugby/
but still these haters bug me/
for better bets its the weed that i smoke/
wanna cop me these niggaz aint cheap they broke/
i mean um niggaz smaller than the weed in my roach/
oh yeah this my new year jealousy and envy will get u nowhere/
u dont like me bet against me/
u right get every little drug u like/
i get front row seats at the fight my rollies be tight/
u mad the sunshine meltin ya ice/
niggaz mad that i wont affilly witem/
im dyin from a sickness known as haterism/
i stay well rounded like a prizm made by GM/
have to get close to car to see whose in it/
u hatin cause i roll up dolo wit the windows tinted/
i set up decoys just see how niggaz react/
when i pull up slow to the club in a purple cadillac/
catch me on a good day/
dont think i spray u wit mase like on next friday/

this was a basic rhyme... lack of vocab or anything resembling a good line... hit up the wackness emergency center...<< not a diss

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