All Me
I'm ridin in my Lamborghini
Sittin on 24's
You can see yo reflection
While you starin at my chromes
Don't be hatin on me
Cuz I'm stylin in my Lambo
I be gettin lots of money
While you still be livin with yo grandma
I be lookin fresh like I came out the magazine
I be wearin nice clothes
With them Timberlands on my feet
You think you big n' bad
But I bet you can't rap like me
Yeah I be hittin them notes
And I be stompin on them beats
Yeah this is somethin I wrote
All created by me
This is a work of art
A master piece
All done by hand
Yeah it's all me
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