Got my head in my hands.
Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup
That's what they'll say
In my cabriolet
Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights
"my flows can be employed in my lines
Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune
Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon
In my mind cant interpret my conscience,
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job
Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot
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