You don;t thin anymore
Up in my new two door
E to the t, r-o-i then add another t
It's a battlejust for tha big money
But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
You got a problem ill be the first guy to say you can prolly write it too
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
There's crack, there's crack
Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back
Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things
I'm not that great but i can write a narrative
Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined
Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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