It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that
A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Failures who cant stand up on their feet
Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit
His life ain't no more precious he want to sell it
And all the shit you went through
I cant stand to be away from you
Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit
No more molly cause i probably copped it
Who know this be the life that i really live
The rest is alright but cant stand the test of the times
Lower than my credit score
Now u want me no more
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
No....u cant handle these weapons!
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