In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
All your runners dip when they hear the gun go off.
'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path
Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass
Alright y'all, i go off, but not quite like y'all..
I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
You go to war for the keys, wanna get off this leash.
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go
I am not the only one
Escaping from my fucken gun
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Well i’m off to thibodaux and whichever way i go,
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
Killing off bullying one by one, it won't go on endlessly/
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