Raplord

I'm beginning to feel like a rap lord, rap lord

All my whores either coming in two or through the back door

Get with me you back sore, back sore You'll get used to it just like how you keep

Tattin' more, tattin' more Ain't new to it you a happy ho

But because of me doing shit you can handle more

Look like you got fluid wrist now cause you with me for

Patek show, four chances to hold More addicts with coke

Brain damage, miney moe, no eany Cause the money always comes first

Before you think I'm cheating, beating Every rapper I believed in

Seating myself and going out sadder than any other bitches