No credit card... yet i still got late fees
We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies
Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate
But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate
While guys were wastin time credit
Every day was a saturday, shit
Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate
He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate
I am amazed that i can still function at this rate,
Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
I'm 5'8 (five eight), responsible for increasing crime rate.
Hit your block with a glock, blog that
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