Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
Because everyday we worried 'bout our parents gettin' buried,
Your worried i'm tearing myself apart
I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart
Smoked it, nothing changed every rapper's talking bout it see
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed
Well i guess thats it now. bout to go out side, cops are outside but i ain't
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
You aint got nothing on this rap
And muffled the fumes like it was nothing because it ain't
They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass
Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant
This guy ain't nothing, i list it, bout to send you home cryin and
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