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Writing songs for other people I had jobs, too eleven jobs I worked at Kinko's, Fatburger Subway I was a sandwich artist and I Was a claims processor
the morning got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah) Drunk as hell but no throwing up Halfway home
and things, I begin things Beeper start to flash, 818's, 213's 313's, B.I.G Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
the morning got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah) Drunk as hell but no throwing up Halfway home
and things, I begin things Beeper start to flash, 818's, 213's 313's, B.I.G Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf No peace so don't get caught up with no piece Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef Momma's mourning
gave me that check today Took that shit to the jacks, empower the hittas I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey And I bet you I'm rockin' my
yellow rocks in my necklace Real gangstas drink 40 ounces for breakfast I eat Fatburgers three times a day So fuck you if don't like the Red paint on my
A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs
a little liquor how I murder it Beef; my boys Fatburger it Gilla - never heard of it? Shut your mouth When Jersey in the building, I (rock the house!)
Right I don't see how you niggas do it saying cuz Blood, little nigga sound foolish Little nigga murdered Hangin' out at Fatburger Another tattoo, time
be it, say I'm over it Playin' Lil Durk, "Dis Ain't What U Want" Look at my feet, I put my sneakers in the trunk Pass a Fatburger through Atwater
take her to Fatburger Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand It ain't nothin' but
the grill, fatburger and fries Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars Now, how many fuckin' crystal balls can I buy and own Humble old me had to flex
bottoms like you work for jumpman. You want the drama I'll bring the beef, like I work at fatburger 7 dayz a week, soon as snoop retire, I'm the king
Black girls at the Fatburger drive-through Free fries but they hate to be lied to If you got a black girl beside you Please believe you got a "ride
Fights on the balcony and shit quiet Stop trying to Fatburger my diet Know I work damn hard But you try it Even say to pick it up And you’ll buy it
all your lows along with the highs You be looking like a meal, Fatburger and fries I just finished 1st, you the number one prize Ride witcha till
Made me want to purr As we'd walk past the Fatburger Listening to Venus in Furs But it's time to say bye Sayonara Los Feliz I always liked
like Boy I used to Skate N Destroy Was a Fatburger employee Got fed up and annoyed First draft pick deployed All these other rappers decoys If Tan in
question Might get a sentence for rights we requesting But shoot up a black church with mass murder On your way to jail you get a fatburger 13th amendment
at Fatburger Killing so much pussy you would think it was a mass murder You're a diamond in the rough You're the kind that shows no love I'm the knight you're
Black girls at the Fatburger drive-through Free fries but they hate to be lied to If you got a black girl beside you Please believe you got a "ride
get your dough, that's what it is Hoes want they next with me, shopping at the Beverly Caught the vibe Fatburger, thirty just for two burgers Yeah nigga
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