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Interview Intro: mr. prince...mr. a-town prince (whats good),
hi how are you doing can i call you prince? (yeah man)
lets start off...lets start off by answering a few questions (aight)
i hear your the hottest thing in the streets right now
how does it feel to be number one (a blessing)
ok thats cool, but prince you got alot of people saying
that your wack, you can't rap you can't do this
you can't do that but yet your number one!
how will you address these nig?..i meant your haters

Verse 1: im shootin for the stars and i hope my aim good,
im doin everythang lames wish they could,
these niggas wanna be me grant ya self a genie,
you couldn't reach my flow bitch im pure as aquafina,
like a bald head bitch the boy toupeed (too paid),
im hotter than a kitchen niggas gettin suflayed,
these smiley niggas sweet i just call em kool-aid,
money old money crisp come in two shades,
they gone need a ark chew they lyrics like a shark,
killin niggas from the bay all the way to new york,
this is just a start ain't begun my depart,
my adventure verse two and the hook is a clue (hint)

Chorus: these niggas too sweet just call em kool-aid,
my pockets sumo because im too paid,
they flavor artificial their music so nutritial,
i eat it up cause im colder than popsicles (2x)

Verse 2: hurrican prince flow flood the U.S.,
epidemic crisis...that i cause yes,
they shootin for my title i don't even need a vest,
i spit it from the heart...got that superman chest,
you the king of swagga jackin no originality,
im beastin on these niggas time for animality,
my rhymes ludacris...southern hospitality,
on this donatello got me higher than a balcony,
its heavenly kid ridin harley just like rafferty,
please don't blow my high cause that pistol will cause tragedy,
i don't need no paper i don't even need a pen,
all i need is my thinking cap and a little henn.
footsteps ben franklin i walk the green mile,
bruce lee of rap bitch i made my own style,
no weakness like the golden child,
im the hottest of the sauces and you other boys mild

Chorus: these niggas too sweet just call em kool-aid,
my pockets sumo because im too paid,
they flavor artificial their music so nutritial,
i eat it up cause im colder than popsicles (2x)

Verse 3: like spring time im just warmin up,
sweat suit skills these niggas burnin up,
swagga stats low you need some turnin up,
i supply the volume... you niggas had enough?
self made nigga make a self made husta-la
mind over matter i got power like the governa,
how the fuck you ballin switchin lanes in yo momma car,
the only time your clean is when your moppin mr. janitor,
20's don't prosper you niggas need oscars,
actin like your stuntin infiltration your just frontin,
better than me not even slim chances,
a prayer and a miracle may enhance it

Chorus: these niggas too sweet just call em kool-aid,
my pockets sumo because im too paid,
they flavor artificial their music so nutritial,
i eat it up cause im colder than popsicles (2x)