| Bring Back The West Coast
my rhymes are like bullets yours are like punches
i'm eatin 3 meals a day while you're barely eatin lunches
i'm takin big bites while you're barely even munchin
no need to fuss cause i get paid to cuss like a drunk munchkin
i'm like elastic i can stretch and never be broken
but you can keep hopin that i'mma rip if ya trip i'll split ya skull right open
i get hot but never get burned because i'm also like plastic
wit crazy tactics that are there and dissapear like magic
i keep it goin u gotta keep it flowin or i'll punch ya sides in
infinities 50 g's and hundred thousands gimme those diamonds
i take those limons and limes and i'll nickle and dime ya
try to run you won't get far cause eventually i'll find ya
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