Say you through will all my foul ways
Momma was getting a new raise.
That burden's on my soul as long i exist
'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!
You just do your thing chick
I'm getting sick of the bullshit,
Enemies getting closer.
Its four now, the clubs over
I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them
He was absolutely certain that he was that person
But that throat she got have a nigga stuck
Well aren't you getting fed up
I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say
You can hide, but there is absolutely no way
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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