//who sell drugs to feed their family
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights
Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,
Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes
Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...
Embarazo, and fights too,
I bet that mirror gon show you
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Her only family was drugs, her future met with half shrugs
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Fights break out because of the little things
I walk with steel knights,just to avoid street fights
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
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