My Rap Mag Plays Laser Tag
My rap mag plays laser tag
So they can find your hand and the mic' in a brown bag
I wear my pants with a slight sag
I expose your shows with flows, man, cuz I love cash
I rhyme gamble like Pete Rose
And I sport new clothes on you MC fine hoes
I locate like transmitters
I ain't nothin but a go-getter
Some think I'm touched so they label me a gold nigga
I dig up dirt like a gold digga
Like credit card scams that exceed in the 4 figures