And put another half a mil in my bank account
All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound
And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy
All we speak is truth/ swear these niggas lying on me
Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone
Ya like that let me know on my the phone
Cause these my niggas from the past ya know
So you don't drown, when you decide to follow
All i know is i got warts on my below
The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window
They calling me often to offer me walls
Know that im thuggin these bitches all on my balls
Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome
Ya like that let me know on my the phone
Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet
And i open my mouth once and leave all these niggas dead
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