When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
I'm not keeping shit real, bag you like weed,
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious
Shades: lv was a little dough
That shit is fucking sick tho
Fucking the shit out of this game
The bitch badder than any bitch that you name
Shit gives me such a fucking adrenaline
Rolling in more green than a hole in one
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
All this mother fucking shit i'm saying but i'm already winning
Yo, heres a paper bag,
May just gon' bring hobo back
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
Because shit doesn't fucking matter, i'm telling you
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