Legend

Uh, uh
Dreezy, Mac motherfuckin' Dreezy, you punk rock beezy
What the fuck you thought?
I ride the strip smoking grip in a car from the '70s
Servin' a notch on the clock 'cause I’m all about having things
I prowl on the weak and take advantage of the skinny
Robbin' punk niggas from December to January
Like handling ferry, it’s mandaterry, I mean mandatory
A living legend fighting for my glory
Glamour, no, I don’t smoke bammer
I’m like a .38 with the cocked back hammer
Ready to pop, ready to drop, ready to stop
The square shit, I’m a pimp, nigga, I sell cock
Cockola, I’m like yola
Candy uncut with no baking soda
Like Yoda, the force with him
A legend like Mike but my sport is pimpin'
Of cours she gets me, verything that I need
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