Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin
Athlete mentality so fuck my competition
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Then she on her facebook like when we finna party
Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
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