We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
And tired of his shit and tries to just split
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
The outline which you n****s out dated
See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
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