I laid cuts with jay and rocked rhymes with run A couple mill in the back and i' ain't even done I got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks I got it all from raps and that's the platinum facts...uhh All that and there ain't nothing I fear yet Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets 5 star meals, caribean vactions Everything's pluxh delux accommodations Nationwide the stations vibe To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs My ace is high there ain't gonna be no guessin' And I'm the illest mother fucker on the block no question I ain't destined I don't fuck with fate Self made millionaire while your bussin' plates You see I've already done everything you wanna do So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
Chorus: Detroit to texas, texas to la Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your uncle? Brooklyn to the bayou, across the southern plains Who brigns it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your uncle?
I shot dice with the devil on many occasion Drank shots with God in an old gas station A couple accountants that count my statements Cribs all paid for, no car payments Rocked in basements for gas and beer And now I get all that and big loot to appear I couldn't steer so I got me a chauffeur Hired a chef cuz I was tired of stouffers I got over and people showed envy Cuz I couldn't choose between a lincoln and a benzy Fendi shades and topless maids I don't worry about clothes cuz their custom made I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years Your smokin' op's drinkin' 32 beers I've alread done everything you wanna do So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
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