That tre five seven stay tuck
'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Chill son, five more minutes
8 in the morning when that street clock bust
Now wait just one cotton pickin' second
Funny 1st verse serious second,
Secret society all we ask is trust
Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears
Been on the streets for five years
Its been five years and here comes another
"contemplate", i wrote about her
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
An atheist to a christian in one second
Aw shit, the piggy is getting near
Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear
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