You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,
Back to my place pussy don't got a face
She don't even need a job, got one anyways
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
They had my back everyday it got crazy
My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock
I got a laptop in my back pocket
And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good
Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
Dead faces keep my money in a body bag
Or knowing that my homies got my back
Don't beg me back, whore, i got my reasons/
Look this the joint that could get me the spins
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