He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one
Third ward general, young cash money
Niggas try to fuck with me
In the caravan with some latin bitches
I'm coolin with my homeys, they know how it is
In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around
Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out
I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit
All these niggas on my side said stop with it
And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face
Love the game though this is coming from a different place
I'm coolin with my homeys, they know how it is
The look of no hope on my niggas' faces
With my niggas in the back
Snapple fact: you rather wack
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