Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
Man i rock nobody's beating me in 5 years
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions
Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set
Hard for you to manage yo bitch give me so much head
Who wanna battle me?
Summertime in the city
Somebody call the coroner, cuz bitch i'm on the border
And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her
That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,
Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,
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