That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.
Or even near to my family
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive
With a nice family and a good wife,
Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price
His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,
Or even near to my family
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
Mobbing with the homies and family
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
I thought you were family
Trying to please my family, friends and fans
From an african american stance
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