Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale
To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air
I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair
But faithfully i would just have to wait and see,
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
They worked together to get out of the jail,
I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale
But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned
Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/
Two times for the chicks with the right bag
Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back
You can bring your crew motherfucker
To my own fucking brother
Its just a matter of time, guess we'll wait and see
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
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