Someone you love but stay focused and moving
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
And i got a little big, keep it low key
Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me
I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line
Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks
I'm all talk, a smart ass wit tall socks,
Like i'm only serving 20 rocks
Blew money like six crips
There a sign of excellence,
All this weight im moving
Money ain't a thing
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