Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,
It ain't gon' be no back and forth
Preaching to the choir though
Homies lost their cool-funky flow
Bring your pen and your weed stash
Big tits and a big ass
Bullets flying, fake homies lying
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
Homies my only certainty
A military mind mean money
Homies could get they dividends
I like rollin' with friends
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