Old School Flow

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Let me start off with the old school flow
Snap back, backpack, rat-a-tat, go
Swagger at the knapsack, who know I could rap that?
Tell me where the cash, at I'll tell you where the smash at

Number one hits, I got number one flicks, and the number one kicks, and the number one chicks
Fast like Gordan, and my jams like Jordan, and my Tims like Hortons, and my jets all aboard in,
And my wheels are like a fortune and it feels like extortion,
Is it for the fame or for the fortune?

Like this, mic this, so I can re-sight this
People in their basements say that I didn't write this
People say I'm white, so I couldn't do it like this
Checks like Nike, let me give you a good night kiss

Well I'm a little bit sick of it, listening to bickering,
Like picking on a little kid,
Like taking all his licorice
I hate it when they littering I hate to be illiterate
I literally am doing deeds, riddling

Cheese like Gouda and my soul like Buddha and Im'a go right threw ya and I'm so much cooler
And I don't need Luda to know that I'm the ruler
And I'm so much cooler, you should call me Ferris Bueller

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