My nigga banks just be ready for whatever
I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,
Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,
The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds
I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds
And my guns are directors
The richest place on earth
Fake people who waste space and shot guns
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",
Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
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