You say you live in climax
On the throne where the rhymes at
You got your dogs – they got your back
Green bill paper papers – you keep ‘em stacked

What about weaknesses?
Down times and middle class day-to-day shit?
It’s all about extremes
Living large or selling drugs on the street
What’s the word about the in between?

Your crib it shows your dollars
Its wings are large and hollow
With basements lined
With sleepy cars that gleam and shine

And bigger styles are better
Wear women like a sweater
And flash your digs around about
Then change them out

Showing your stock and
Stuffing your pocket
Always on top
You never stop rockin’
Beats and your lockin’
Ladies like Brosnan

Heaven is open
No need for hope
Your gold-plated boat
Will always stay float
There’s never a moat
No chance you can choke
Your heart can’t be broke
Or slowed by the smoke

So people if ya feelin’ me
Ask for something better
On our level
Full of honesty

We’ll feed ‘em if we bought ‘em
We’ll feed ‘em if we want ‘em

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