remix it wasn't me stunting on you boys,

it wasn't me who you seen couping that rolex big face,with yellow and blue diamonds,at the mall the other day,it wasn't me with got a big chain hanging around with a smiling face,with yellow and blue diamonds, saying fuck all you haters in the game,it wasn't me that you up in the club,dress all in crown holders black and gold designer wear, stunning up on you ,"boys",with about a hundred gees,of throw way money, cause me and my niggas,be straight up balling just like that up in this here street game,it wasn't me who you seen,roling up in the hood,steady fronting on all these ops and haters up in the game,with that black and blue custom made lambragitti with the butterfly doors,speakers steady banging loud,some of that oldskool rap,it wasn't me who caught a case for being so hardcore,up in this here rap game,it wasn't me who all you boys,love too hate on everytime you see me,im so iced out, cooler then a iceberg in the middle of the fourth of july,it wasn't me who be taking all these trips too over sea, and fucking with all these top knots ho's,everytime that you haters and ops,see me im steady up on my grind up in these ghetto-streets,it wasn't me "man",who trying too shine on you boys,just like i dont care, up in the game,up in this here rap game,boy chicago's six up on my shit again up in this booth,man old man i keep this mic so hot,im on fire man,im on fire up in this here booth,i can't be stopped steady dropping hit after hit,