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[D Money]
Phantom white
I hit you, nah no fight
Hit the folks like (yaaa)
Dabbin' on 'em like (yaaa)
Just 'cause I got them
Jays
Treys
And fade-aways
That doesn't mean I'm rich
All my rappin' is an international pitch
It's cake to your ears
Skittles for your peers
I'm the butter on the toast
The master of the roasts
Can't wait for tommarow
I ain't got all the dough
Only for my bro

[Licka]
Alright can I speak from my perspective
My words are more affective