You reachin in your pocket
Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip
Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)
You just working with the scraps you was given
She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice
Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees
I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit
Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket
I got a laptop in my back pocket
It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit
Got the game on lock in my pocket
Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//
Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones
When i pull up in that candy range
To a people i don’t know, a strange.
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