My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
Resort to robbin' to feed my family
Family my motivation
Where god at? i need to call him
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Murder his family
I pray for my family
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
I thought you were family
Third ward general, young cash money
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Or even near to my family
Not gonna lie we're not happy family
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday
And now that i’m getting money
Now i'm missin my family
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