Текстове на песни: Creators. The Weight. The Cypher.

Call me dracula , cause all i do is count chips.
Ya money minnie , i aint talkin bout the mouse trick !
These girls runnin like i just threw the bouquet .
they know im headed to the top like a toupey !
now all the bums is wondering where i be's at ?
You aint a barbie it's none of your freakin beez wax ~
these little rappers i can see em in my dash cam.
i know they grouchy like oscar up out the trash can !
im on stage , you can sit in the crowd ! i be up in layer jets make a left at the cloud. i think she need a hamlet she the choking time . she gets no burns no smoking sign . Yea , medaphore heven so they approve me , like my credit schor'e 7 . mac &* chesse stix fried chickin na-goods. and im killin these bitches mike vickin it up .


(Thanks to Mercedes &* Djay <3 for these lyrics)