100 bags
filled with cash and different lies.
family running with incomplete smiles.
I got no time
filling my hours in on a million different crimes.
I spend cash on mistimed flow
waiting for the next reset to blow.
I drive tailored cars
luxury seats , different bars.
I'm extragalactic
mens money stretching elastic bands
I'm innovative - flexible on my outlands.

I got Royce on my hands
dollars on my stands
no troubled fans.
just timing a bottle with the same friends.
I know this ain't your part,
but you welcome to start.

Some say I fly with youth.
Others drip blood, trepidation on the wrong foot.

I'm most likely ordinary
catch me on the days when
I'm hardly seen rarely.

Ain't this story some what extraordinary?

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