Ass shots in her seven jeans
Played our beats on the streets
I said believe in your dreams
Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.
At least superficially make the conversation less empty
And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly
Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol
No patience, like a empty hospital
Now i'm living out my dreams
Played our beats on the streets
Shows to do, got record to sell
Then sit empty in hell
Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
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