Think we unpack the crack from our backpack
Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad
Money is most of y'all interest
Happening? grab my backpack and turn to sprint...
The young white boy with weed in his backpack
In the back of a chevy that’s all black
I can barely wipe my ass
Some die while gripping the gats they have
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