I'm fat, you're old.
Look.
The weather makes this man chatty. The Beretta makes my hands happy
when this nigga hears a pap pap, it ain't his kid's kids looking for their granddaddy
I bet you tan badly but this heat'll leave ya face charred, nigga u ain't hard
the only time you go to war is when you and your grandkids flip over the same card
handle him quick. one punch to his eye'll leave it all damaged and split
..and he'll be leaving with his site in the hands of God like he was namix and shit
swaying every battle. this nigga more frail the the coldest december
how you sound like a broken record but only ever broke the one for oldest member
I don't do them old people tricks n nothing fun is gonna happen instead
so when I say something shiny is behind ya ears. I got the gun to the back of ya head
I'm a legend homie. If you ever thought u'd beat me you a damn fool
my text career is this whole leagues Fantasy
..so no matter who u face next week it's nothing to me but a FanDuel
g/l
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