my mentor
in my gucci flip flops
crusing down the street
out to get that bread, not about that wheat
mans pull up in some heelys
almost fell over pushing them wheelys
he asked me if i wanna learn
i said at the end of the day how much will i earn
responded with its not all about the money
its what will make you wake up with your soul bright and sunny
he then rolled off with such swag
them heelys made him move as fast as a jag
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