Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away
Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status
Minds are wasted like paper out the pocket in lines in vegas
Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
I got a laptop in my back pocket
I just wanna be higher than that
Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
Keep a gram in my pocket,
I got a laptop in my back pocket
Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit
I had my life turned around but the white flag ain't down, looks like we're going back around
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
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