I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat
Toby pretending to be g, drop that
Og like the prince of bel air,
Stuntin' in my rarest pair
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes
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