And I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms.
And just like the prodigal son, I return.
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned.
'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none,
If you come to battle, bring a shotgun.
Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Got limos, arena, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off homes - get out of my way
Taxing little girlies from here to L.A.
Waking up before I get to sleep
Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
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