apples

hello hello i sell anything you niggas need i aint playin, i sell quarters halfs nickels keys i ain't playin, im the man with the plan, take ya girlfriend over seas on the sand, i can get you dope but thatcost a hundred grand, im the greatest rapper on the mic plz understand, with this hectic lifestyle i aint looking for a friend, im just making that guap n count money in japan, i sell dark work you would think its african, nevermind the color we got green coming in, n for that paper boy ill rip off your skin, from the bottom of the hood where them niggas dont win, and we pray everynight cause everyday we gotta sin, now back to the greatest on the mic now what it is, boss man boss man yeah i handle biz, n you cant win like you watching the wiz, gotta weed farm cause it came with the crib, nowdays rappers come with pacifiers and bibs, a hip hop ledgend in my skin where it lives, on the mic i give it all i can give, i pay the bills you just living in the crib, you more of coca cola im more like mr pibb, only bad bitches can get off in my rib, a party starter in any case that it is, im the greatest rapper you just hating what i did