Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Cuz no matter what i have you...beaten blackened flattened with bats 'n shit,
Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger
No, i'm an intricate minded killer/
No wonder so many brothers be mad at me,
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Knowing that no help, was coming from out there
Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
And we ain't land on that mr. reagan
But that's because they got beaten,
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