Once they reach rock bottom
Straight lane kiffen them
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips
And imma do it till the bottom
Top ranked, number one my son
B least yow had freedom at the bottom
Who's next to release? we guillotine them
Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks
Cant you see the true religion jeans
My garage full of cars that bounce
Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,
But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans
Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets
My slight fo's just talk dirty
Like an apple from a tree
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