Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
This is my skill, i'm making a choice
Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!
He just throws it around
You wailed too loud and broke your crown
Blowing that money here, making money in europe
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
You're a bitch, and you broke my heart.
A working genius, a work of art
Where would i be without my dogs
And broke multiple laws
Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.
It was simple, it was a really easy choice,
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