Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky. Nigga, don't ask why. Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's. . I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June.
I got my own style and I got my own grace. I work my own angle, what you tryna say?. I got my own cut, means I stick my own green. And green eyed monsters be first on the scene.