All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
When life is too good to carry on
I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,
And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth
The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha
Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/
I also carry traits from my mother,
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early
You assume the role and carry your weight
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
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