Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit
Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards
Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Code red, which means you go red
Ads played through him like cards in a deck
But i keep pushing, 'cuz my cards were dealt wrong in my hand,
Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand
Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards
Rule had a run, couple movie parts
Poker cards get quickly dealt.
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
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