It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,
I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Yes we bout it bout it/
Free earl, that's the fucking shit
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
So you know i'm bout that gun play
It's like sunshine on a rainy day
Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though
Huslin' erday to that dah only sh*t that we know
Please boo what's your size crazy
Ya know nothing bout me
So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring
I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling
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