Vince McMahon

If I told you I'm that nigga Would you believe it was true I put the pedal to the metal I had nothing to lose I have always been myself I never tried to be cool I never tried to fit in I never tried to pretend And I won't forget that day When I picked up that pen And when it come out to this rap A lot of years I put in I told my bitch that I forgive her I regret it again All the shit that I've been through It just made me a man Smoking eights dodging 12 Tryna stay out the can Angela Mia Fish and Grits Love Fest Peter Pan's I took some niggas That was haters Then made them some fans Put House of Reps on my shirt Then made it a brand I can't stand a broke bitch Like Raggedy Ann And this whiskey that I'm drinking Now it come from Japan And when I tried to get rich No one gave me a hand I ain't have a million dollars But I did what I can And when it comes out to the hill I could never be banned And I don't like the Ruth Chris Cause the steak it was bland House of Reps Im the owner Like Vincent McMahon In California's so long Got a permanent tan Music for the soul, f*ck you niggas man House of Reps till I die we doin' this shit T-rell