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as i enter in and exit theres a a crossing of the roads i might not be prince charming but me i am no toad theres a road to rags and riches filled with bitches who aint playin ask yo self this question whats the verse portraying staying on their head dress just like a turban upgrade the avalanche to king size suburban urban army militant music moves the masses that wax got you ruined and your moves like mollasses i see the stock it crashes down goes the dow if u slow to get your dough i could surely show u how here and nows the moment grasp it while u can i see the opp i pop em flee the scene as planned pre medicated green bud with erkle purple hash moon rocks in my socks with a quarter zipper stashed