its tragic like its magic I keep my raps classic and its automatic like i always had it I keep dropping beats like I'm a addict clicked then I ticked like I always pass red and blue light flashing on the sight keep my swage tight I ride up on the scene you boys know what I mean and I count my greens money staking like its trees I told them creeps freeze let a G breathe I keep my raps clean and I use listerine you know I got the cream my Rolex gives a beam stop then I lean my boy wearing jeans you know he gone get tired I choke him with a wire cause hotter then a lighter if you mess with me i will throw you in the fire I'm dancing like Drake buddy boy you lier