Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
What up girl, tell me how you been
Sorry battle gone carl won.
A criminal grind mean hustle
Go to jail, your'e a criminal,
When i kill'em dead i go to jail,
In the futuren, truly yours , wale
But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail
Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail
I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason
Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won
But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail
Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail
The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,
Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton
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