Ones to match my monogrammed fleece.
Im not one to people please.
'Cuz I've paid my dues and my gangster fees.
Now I just live and the world agrees.
It's like I'm the oxygen to their fatal wheeze.
It's a secret garden and I've got the magic keys.
I ride in cars that you can't even lease.
I bought all your land that the govt. seized.
Still livin' luxe as your assets freeze.
Not a fighter. Not a lover. Just an A-class tease.
'Cuz I already know the hurt that loving leaves.
And I've seen the scars that fighting frees.
Never let go of your priorities,
Always dot ur Is, and cross your Ts.
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