If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood
Big L almost feels bad for how badly your record sold, and is willing to ghost write your next rhymes. Because now, all your albums sit on the back of the shelf. If an album sells 500,000 copies it goes gold, if it sells 1 million, it goes platinum, so how many is wood? 10 sales?
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