It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that.
It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that.
Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune, sounds to me like that old robbery extortion.
Tillin’ the wasteland sands, raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin’ fan.
I sell rhymes like dimes.