She vying for number one, tryna be number one
Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen
We all just victims of that thug life
Hop in and let me test drive
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
He turned into your everyday gangsta
Like in real life i've never lost a gun fight
With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night
Smack yo ass with a pistol,
I don't need no single
Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;
My balls die for the thug life
Sky high, iced out paradise
I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life
Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
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