Cake…I get a ton of cake, now I go by A.M.G., self made, big chin. 10/K they didn’t want to listen now. They follow like a Sinsai GoonTown winning like I went and beat my first case. GoonTown, not too much, real tell them kill Game Boss until I see the fog lights and still at switch lanes, boy! Down to the mink. Now was that hard or was it the price of fame?
She look like my last chick. I don’t wanna see the same, tell her more shots like a azzi. She gone, feel the pain. She talk a bunch of fame, you would of thought I missed the first train. Louis bag full, couple Benjies with the rubbers bands, play offs, no warm up and bet the Lakers on att loomit bankds, everything black except the ice, they like “wassup”, with him and I didn’t wear my black jewles, aww!
They hating man, wassup with them? I think they blowing smoke, naw…they don’t want me air the hole blimp, call me on my bluff….Tell me somewhere that I should of went. Make them kiss the ring and it it’s four, that’s a win! Win!
Tatted on my body, yes I do it, this that Nike tip def. Call me for the 6, I might let it rip. Yes, I seen the first trick. I’m sure it’s like the next flip and I don’t never go to church and I ain’t scared to deal with it.
All these shawteys love me when they hit me...What the deal-ly is!!!!