Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours
Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine
Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time
I got rich from a little struggle
Cause life don't come with no manual
Im no longer about that life, though there was some time
Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine
Break every fiber until you got no life
Pussy and patron that's some great advice
They got no life so there just want to mess your life
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice
We got no choice we may take their life
Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice
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